When the world was gentle enough
To let children worry about something
So unimportant .
Yet they carry the weight
Of their entire world ,
With a stone in their chest .
They worry about the hum of the furnace
While they feel a chill .
To the children that have their
Innocent fear .
Life is unpredictable
And things change in an instant .
As a grandpa
I would tell the children of the world
When they get older
Their early years
Will become the good old days
And they were a luxury .
It is all like
A moment in time .
I Love You All
By Brock
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