Innocence of a poet

A child's eyes sees the world with wonder

shining images dulled with time

Shake off the dust of aging eye's blunder

Return to a nursery rhyme

 

A single drop a raging sea

Silken thread a writhing snake

Broccoli in grandeur an ancient oak tree

Rock in an old tin can, maraca to shake

 

Old stick becomes a gun

Doll from a lump of clay

Doily in a spiderweb spun

Plastic cups pointe shoes for ballet

 

Return to me a child's eyes

Pour innocence into an old man's brain

All things friends, not knowing lies

Shedding an aged rigid skin mundane