The Intentions of a Child

Children live in a state of constant discovery
Their youth - a testament to genuine wonder

They hold no grudges
They bear no scornful eyes
No beards to stroke while planning world wars
No cigar smoke obstructing their view of impoverished nations
No clenched fist that rises - leading soldiers to death
No silver tongue forging desperate lies
No sinister hope of an immortal legacy

But innocence

A tiny finger that points to the stars
A crooked smile that radiates from the mantelpiece
And joy that can ease the heaviest of hearts

poem by C.S. Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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