their smiles and infantile ways

await the maturity of days

they know little of the world

their minds as free as the bird

they sometimes cry and flaunt a lot of smile

they play games longer than a while

thoughts still young, unripe and green

free from guilt, they are so mean

with their young minds they ought to know

love and kindness to neighbors must show

anger and hate you must not teach

for they’ll become a monster bitch

 comforting to see their sweet, sweet smile

for a tired body who walked a hundred mile

your sweat and tears that will soon collide

exhausted, drained energy,  will be revived

later, their character of mind will be overtaken

by a mature mind ready to be shaken

rendering a choice with a lot of sense

for they have glide along the state of innocence.



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