By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Where oh where has my innocence gone,
buried under layers of blighted life,
robbed of my naive projections,
I struggle under the weight of reality.
Childhood so fleeting that awe of being,
the thrill of every new experience,
the immersion in emotions and sensual abandon,
the core of evolving life.
Then the confrontation of reality understood,
the flaws of human endeavour,
and the emergence of self,
the struggle to prevail over others.
How trite is seems in retrospect,
the pointless striving for fruitless gain,
pictures cracked before the framing,
lost to causes dull and meaningless.
How bright a child’s mind observes,
the simplicity of beauteous gifts,
unencumbered by veiled truth,
and the dreams of fools.
I miss that innocence, that perspective.