The Child Within Me
Walking in the alley today my body shudders
And, startles as I go
Through the forgotten pictures
Amorphous by the years long
I’ve gone far; yet I try to transfix
The unfathomable distance to find him
I fly kite with bare foot in yonder
And, find wings over the hill of castigations
He stands in reticence as the wind does not sway
Murkier by his innocence as the moment wanes
Castigation sprinkles, the days drift with the hue of its own
Nights do not simply follow until when
He embraces evening in the western sky
Derision assuages hunger, his walk limps
Scoff is imminent he’s familiar with
His tattered attires are but enough to cover his body
He reiterates in shy as friends frolic in fete
The remaining food is somehow to ripple vanity
Left by the scoffers, they booze in style
The bare foot leaps with little pride of vigor
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"Great capture of life of innocence and wasn't it hard under the scalpel of discipline, yet, a time for fun wasn't to be missed." ~Admin's
