Innocence Gone

The innocence of a child,
The most precious of all Gods gifts.
Something each of us once possessed,
But with time has gone adrift.

The smartest little children,
Surely the best, the world will know.
But our ever-absorbing eyes and ears,
Seemingly betray us, as we grow.

Things that once seemed paradise,
Now they seem so small.
What once had much importance,
Now has no meaning at all.

Replace the plastic jewelry,
With gold and diamond rings.
The intentions are the same,
Now it takes more expensive things.

An unfortunate human trait,
To leave innocence in the past.
But there will always be children,
And memories of innocence, will always last.