The Innocent Children
Posted in Funny on July 16th, 2008
Tiny Smiles,
Light up the Room,
By the children.
You can hear their laughter,
Down the hall,
The funny part is,
Their laughing at nothing at all.
How is it that somewhere,
Between the ages of twelve
and fourteen,
You lose that sweet
laughter,
And you become serious,
You no longer find simple things funny,
You watch your weight,
And care only about money,
For a new pair of expensive jeans,
Or those wonderful shoe,
I just sit and I muse.
Why don’t I laugh like that anymore?
And smile while I’m just thinking?
Where did my childhood go?
This poem was written/submitted by Savannah Allison.
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April 7th, 2010 at 1:12 am
I feel the same way. an I HATE IT.literally.
August 26th, 2010 at 2:02 am
I agree. One of the things that worries me most about a lot of my fellow students is that they are often unwilling or even incapable of enjoying little things and having fun that doesn’t involve boyfriends, acohol, etc. I make an effort to do ‘little kid’ things, like walking along fences with my arms out to steady myself, or stopping to smell flowers
A great poem
February 2nd, 2012 at 7:29 pm
very true and touching poem. i loved it.