Innocence

 

 I saw the children playing

And how it brought to me,

The days when I was young and small

And from every heartbreak, free.

 

I held not then a troubling thought,

All of my days were full and free

 And  how my mind meandered back -

How those days were all for me.

 

Such innocence did so exist

So easily those days,

Chaste in that phase, the youth of life,

In oh, so many ways.

 

And I said a little prayer to God

To take my soul, back then,

And make me pure and whole and clean

As if, I were a child again.

 

~ James Joseph Huesgen