Color

Children don't see color in a human face.
All that they see is the human race.

Little child of brown
come let's swing around.
Little child of black
let's play piggy-back.
Little child of white
let's go fly a kite.
Little child of yellow
come share my marshmallow.

When you get all grown up,
I hope that you won; t change.
Can you remember all the fun
when our faces were not strange?

Innocence is fleeting.
All too soon it's lost.
Now we notice colors
and look what it has cost.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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