Childhood Innocence

Life is simple as a child,

all is black and white,

no gray to exist in the unknown wild.

Everything is either wrong or right.

No gray that is socially correct,

yet morally wrong.

A child's sense of right is something to protect,

even if it goes against the bandwagon song.

Life is tougher as we grow out of childhood,

to change from young to old,

afraid to stand for what was once understood,

not able to be as brave or as bold.

The black and white of reason

becomes mixed with gray,

like the changing leaves of a new season,

till everything is just dust in the wind, blowing away.