Swings of Innocence

Lovesome leaf was I, swaying frail and green;

Came an unhoped thief and robbed my sheen.

Life was gentle, nerveless and just plain;

Bore no baggage of hassles, to stock in vain.

Swanned I, in the slow sun struck woods;

Wool-gathered I, in the subdued moony beds.

Was beguiled by the beaming petite fireflies;

Trailing butterflies, whooped I happy cries.

Flipped a pebble to commove the sleeping pond;

Ramped up castles of sand on the shores, so fond.

Diddled with my fluid shadow in the day light;

Numbered the winking stars on the slate of night.

Clock flew the coop fast and the world said “Grow up”;

Slyness moused in and doors of whiteness shut up.

Lessons of growing up are cautiously trusted;

And swings of innocence are rakishly………. betrayed.

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