Hope

As the curtain is drawn each morning
to greet a brand new day
let, us look around us
at the children while they play.
They have no worries
to crease their brow,
the world has not corrupted
the feeling that they feel.
They carry no heavy baggage
for mistakes they have made.
We should look at them, smile,
and hope they never do.

16 September 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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