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Childs eyes

when you look though the eyes of the young

when you stand in the shoes of a child

when you see in their hopes and dreams

you will remember why you always smiled

if you colour in a book like a child

not caring about being perfect or right

or play in a sand box just for fun

just let your imagination take flight

when you listen to the fears of the small

they dont think of war, murder or pain

but a monster thats lurking under the bed

or someone taking away there toy train

a child learns so much each night and day

from talking to playing some football

maybe we have forgotten to enjoy life

maybe we could learn again from the small

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Nice poem this is. It is as wonderful as a newly bathed baby !

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