Reflection

Reflection

A Poem by Doug
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I've been thinking about this one for awhile.

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When I look at the cause
of a child’s tears, a broken toy
or a bruised knee, neglected want–
not need– I can’t help but think:
“How little you know of the world.”

When I see those children,
ignorant of the pain to come,
the sorrow that will consume them,
sometimes I can’t help but laugh
in that moment before I weep

© 2008 Doug


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Doug
Any and all thoughts welcome.

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I really like this one.
"sometimes I can't help but laugh
in that moment before I weep" really gets to me. They have no idea, they are so content with how things are... At times don't you miss that childhood ignorance?

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

aww. that childhood bliss where things could simply be replaced, well most of the time. and you know what, most of the time we were happy. this is a great poem. =]

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

...and how little we know the world as adults with our more complex broken toys and bruises
and how our guides must laugh and weep for us too...
thought provoking piece!
thanks for sharing this

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Sometimes having the perspective granted by age and experience is neither comforting nor ennobling. You relate that message here succinctly and effectively.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

sometimes we all just need someone to soothe our fears away, tuck us in and sing us to sleep

we are all that child, sometimes

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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