Youth’s Lost Innocence

Loathe the day when naïve eyes
Lose the brightness of their view;
Lost from focus is the prize
Like an old toy no longer new.

Oh! The pain to see it slip! When
Offended by the good and pure,
Once and for all their eyes are dimmed;
Obviously no longer demure.

Valiantly we try to save,
Victory we seek to secure,
Very little seems to sway, when
Vying against the world.

Everyone must see this,
Everywhere it’s true,
Every child’s lost innocence
Engulfs our hearts in blue.

Underneath it all I pray,
Unconditional love will last.
Unbreakable bonds with God will stay, when
Unthinkable things have passed.

If any of my dear children should be reading this then I ask that you pay attention for there is a less obvious message written in this poem directed exclusively at you.