Inner Child

A child’s world view is often slanted, by life’s gifts he often took for granted.

Too innocent, young to understand, the gift of true love portends to be grand.

Oh how I wish up to this day, my present happiness could be measured by play.

Fragile psyche as to when as a child came to harm, leads to a life often seen without charm.

The troubles of this life to which I often succumb, often seem monumental in task to overcome .

Having paid over again at a magnanimous cost, will I regain that which I know I have lost?

From Guest Contributor Christopher Baker