A Child's Eyes.

All is within a child's eyes




Look into a child's eyes
for therein lies
all that we give up
when we grow old
The lilting dancing gleam
of an untainted fire,
burning with the desire
to explore and uncover
all that waits ahead
The eagerness
for tommorrow
that creates the
daily pretending to
already be there,
playing house or
soldier or doctor
in make believe
The complete lack
of condemning  judgement
on those around them
just that steady gaze 
a studying gaze
they share as they
discover you..awaiting
your first words or smile.
The incredible innocence
and unquestioning faith
that is so lovely to behold
but so often misused
by the evils among us
Sparkling, shiny eyes
eyes unlined by years
or crinkles from
countless expressions,
of joy and rage,
hope and fear,
tears and laughter.
Children giggle and squeal
without inhibitions
without worrying about
what others might think
it is less taxing on flesh
Grown adults control emotions
scrunching up those muscles
and making creases
where once soft planes
were unmarked and pure
We also hide so much
behind masks of
our own making,
disguising what
we really mean,
even though the
false faces
are usually
so transparent
They know that playing
relieves stress...
something most
of us stopped a
long time ago.
The simple act of
doing something silly
for no reason at all
except to just have fun
deletes all the tension
that a day brings
Imagination is
in full bloom
in the deep pools
of their liquid eyes,
swirling around
and changing
what is normal
into magnificent creations
We were always
and often
told to grow up.
Perhaps that needs
to be re-thought.
Perhaps we simply
need to grow back
what we lost
on the journey
to here...and become
all the better for it .

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Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

I learn these and other lessons daily. Thanks for this. :D

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itakins 7 years ago from Irl

Aah! I love it.

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