When I Grow Up

When I grow up I want to be a child
Untarnished, simple, honest.
Before subterfuge sets in.
To look out of unprejudiced eyes;
Each day made a miracle.
No judgments, colour blind;
To see the wind, hear a rainbow,
To sense the earth, listen to her song.
Yes........ when I grow up I want to be a child.

poem by Paul Brookes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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