The Old Child

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Old 25-Oct-2010
The Old Child

The Old Child
I look for the child I used to be
She was so happy and carefree
She danced among the trees
And in the fall, they showered her with leaves
She sang with the birds a soft gentle song
At that time, nothing seemed wrong
A song on her lips and a dream in her heart
She thought she knew her part
She loved to paint and loved to draw
For she found beauty in all she saw
She had not been touched by the evils of the world
She was fresh and clean like a new pearl
But now she's old and dreams have faded
It seems so long that she has waited
Now her dreams are gone, and her song is sad
Her heart is heavy and her eyes are bad
I wish I could find that child I used to be
And dance again among the trees
To sing with the birds and be carefree
And have the trees shower me again with leaves.

Old 26-Oct-2010
Re: The Old Child

very nice

Old 28-Mar-2013
Re: The Old Child

good aaa

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