ah childhood
the beginning of all humanity
and the motherhood of all thought
the wide eyes
on a smiling faces
missing teeth
but lacking shame
in that flaw
look out upon the world
and see only what is
without the haze
of arbitrary thought
each flower is just a flower
and if it is beautiful
it is beautiful
and if it is ugly
it is ugly
but if the flower is a ****
it is still a flower, ugly or beautiful.
and if the flower is a animal
it is still a flower, ugly or beautiful.
and the child accepts this
without a thought or lingering
doubt
the child looks out upon the world
and sees it
the trees and birds
the buildings and cars
the societies and peoples
they see it
and with a crayon in hand
they can recreate it
to the point where they are
satisfied
now can I do that?
no
if the trees are the wrong green
or the buildings not square or leaning
or the societies lopsided and unjust
I cannot stand for it!
but the child can
the child is pleased
only with the creation
not the quality or
quantity of it
and as they take their creation
on pieces of white nine and half
by eleven
they smile that wide smile
missing teeth
and they are truly happy
with what they have
they do not think of their missing teeth
they do not think of their miss-matched clothes
they do not think that their picture is best
they do not think of anything but happiness
that moment for them
is as blissful as one will
ever be
and the tragedy of it all
is that very few seem to
realize it
ah, childhood
looking back now we all remorse
and yet as we look on those who
have your gifts now, we all smile
and think
enjoy it kid
while things are
simple
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 6:30 AM UTC
ah childhood
the beginning of all humanity
and the motherhood of all thought
the wide eyes
on a smiling faces
missing teeth
but lacking shame
in that flaw
look out upon the world
and see only what is
without the haze
of arbitrary thought
each flower is just a flower
and if it is beautiful
it is beautiful
and if it is ugly
it is ugly
but if the flower is a ****
it is still a flower, ugly or beautiful.
and if the flower is a animal
it is still a flower, ugly or beautiful.
and the child accepts this
without a thought or lingering
doubt
the child looks out upon the world
and sees it
the trees and birds
the buildings and cars
the societies and peoples
they see it
and with a crayon in hand
they can recreate it
to the point where they are
satisfied
now can I do that?
no
if the trees are the wrong green
or the buildings not square or leaning
or the societies lopsided and unjust
I cannot stand for it!
but the child can
the child is pleased
only with the creation
not the quality or
quantity of it
and as they take their creation
on pieces of white nine and half
by eleven
they smile that wide smile
missing teeth
and they are truly happy
with what they have
they do not think of their missing teeth
they do not think of their miss-matched clothes
they do not think that their picture is best
they do not think of anything but happiness
that moment for them
is as blissful as one will
ever be
and the tragedy of it all
is that very few seem to
realize it
ah, childhood
looking back now we all remorse
and yet as we look on those who
have your gifts now, we all smile
and think
enjoy it kid
while things are
simple
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