Be a man with your own style..

The Humanity of Man
However,
although each letter
has its own uniqueness,
when they are put together,
they create a diverse unity
that is greater in meaning
than its parts.

I miss my childhood

A vivid chuckle
A sparkle in the eye
A smile of innocence
Betimes a tearful cry

The joy on my face
Was clear and pure
Undiluted by motives
Impeccant for sure

But as time passed by
The artlessness faded
Everything had a motive
With selfishness cascaded

I started to smile
When others were hurt
The devil had taken over
And made me a pervert

But slowly I began to realize
The change in me
The transformation in myself
I could now see

And now I want to be that child again
How I wish I could
Get back to those smiles and giggles
Get back to my childhood

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