Battered, tattered, splattered, and well shattered was the dream
Broken wings, and broken heart and broken self esteem
I weathered hail with tethered sail and tenets duly sworn
What life unveils of fairy tales were pages cruelly torn
I remember losing my childhood innocence for the first time seeing that people were not always nice and the world was not always safe.
I thought that truth and honor were the words I could defend
So innocent were my ideals, so resolutely fed
But I think it is important to hold onto our innocence, instead of giving examples
I will just recommend this book "The little prince" by Antoine De Saint-Exupery,
this book explains why often a child's perspective on life is more colourful and wonderful than an adults.
A wonderful poem, treasure your inner child and life can be a fairy tale. Nurture your grandson's innocence there is wisdom to be learned from him.
"Here chewing your tail is joy"
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
"Will you accuse me as I hide Behind these layers of disguise And the mirrors of my own happiness.I've loved the freedom of being inside
Need a new start and a different time
Something grows in the space between me
And it's twisting and changing this fragile body" -Nicky Wire