Being Weaned Away

I remember those days when I was innocent.
I was still breast feeding at the time.
And believed even then,
This was the kind of life to enjoy!

The most difficult part about being innocent,
Is being weaned away from it.
The trappings of reality begin to soon enfold.
And obstacles are noticed for their durability.

When my personality began to be developed,
Demands on my luxurious time...
Helped create my moods with a chosen attitude.

Soon after,
I learned that expressing intelligence...
Can become problematic.

Others see this as a weapon they can use,
When doing and saying the most devious things possible.
As if to test one's awareness of their misdeeds...
And mental agility!

I remember those days when I was innocent.
I was still breast feeding at the time.
And believed even then,
This was the kind of life to enjoy!

The most difficult part about being innocent,
Is being weaned away from it.
The trappings of reality begin to soon enfold.
And obstacles are noticed for their durability.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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