What is this world for a little child?
Is it mysterious and full of surprise
How would I know I’m just an adult
I see from the vision of prejudiced eyes.
If at all I really want to know
I ought to get into a child”s shoes
Shed the outlook of a festered mind
Vice built up over years I must lose.
Recalling my childhood I see myself
Believing in fairies and demons alike
Holding hands with laughter and smiles
Finding a friend in even a tyke.
An innocent heart is pure and kind
With an aura of divinity much divine
Not touched by the winds of greedy dust
Nor a conditioned brain bound with rust and twine.
What is this world for a little child?
Is it mysterious or full of surprise
How would I know I’m just an adult
I see from the vision of prejudiced eyes.
(c) Annadine Charles.
ANNADINE CHARLES 