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Sunday, August 30, 2009
Innocence
Innocence
Innocence is its own reward.
Given at conception from the grace of the highest love,
Fiercely protected from those who might spoil its virtues,
And set free to explore a snug island of earthly delights.
Pirates of purity raid the fragile sanctuary
Attempting to distort every vestige of chaste life.
And only the most stable fend off the evil marauders
For long tomorrows of pristine perfection.
Time eventually weakens even the most innocent
As it sweeps away the clean remains of juvenile behaviors
And carelessly tosses them away without ceremony
Into boxes neatly stored in the closets of the adult mind.
Longing and regret eventually occupy the seasoned stage
To play their somber roles in tales of lost simplicity
And stories of bygone, careless times:
Simple, outdated vignettes soon shrouded by drawing curtains.
Innocence is the unrealized reward given freely to all.
Too quickly undervalued and tarnished
By covetous hands of greedy, loveless animals
Or by the innocent pawns moved by the rights of natural passage.
Labels:
free verse,
Innocence,
poem,
poetry
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