Innocence

Innocence is a trait lost so young these days

It can be lost in so many ways

I was there the day you first entered the world

And I laughed as my fingers you twirled

I witnessed your excitement from the Christmas tree lights

And I was the one with who you had your first sibling fight

Together we ran amok in the candy aisles

Even now I remember all the smiles

I've been so lucky to expierence all the stuff which is so new to you

I hope, Little Brother, that you feel lucky too

We are many years apart

But you are the innocence in my heart

 

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