Inner Child
Jul 21st, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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A child’s world view is often slanted, by life’s gifts he often took for granted.
Too innocent, young to understand, the gift of true love portends to be grand.
Oh how I wish up to this day, my present happiness could be measured by play.
Fragile psyche as to when as a child came to harm, leads to a life often seen without charm.
The troubles of this life to which I often succumb, often seem monumental in task to overcome .
Having paid over again at a magnanimous cost, will I regain that which I know I have lost?
From Guest Contributor Christopher Baker
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