Back when life was easy, Back when i was a child,
Those days were days of fun and innocence, i couldn't tell a fake smile;
Back when Guilt was foreign and my heart knew no pain,
I lived a life of simplicity, not concerned about riches or fame;
I played with my older brothers and sisters, we would dance and sing,
I was the youngest for a time, so i was borne on eagles wings,
Those days were days of happiness, frustrations were few,
I still remember waking up early to play in the morning dew;
But now I am a Man, no longer the innocent child i was,
And I have learnt the hard way how people misuse the word called “Love”,
How self pleasing and cruel people can be, without remorse or shame,
Using and abusing the rights of other only for selfish gain;
I sit still in my dorm room at college and something flashed back in my head,
It was the prayer my Mother taught me when i was a baby before I went to bed;
“This night I lay down to sleep, I give the Lord my Soul to Keep,
In My Little Bed I Lie, Heavenly Father, Hear My Cry,
Lord, Protect Me Through This Night, and Keep Me safe Until Morning Light,Amen!”
After I finish reading My Bible And Praying.... As I Lay down.. I Still Pray This Little Prayer That My Mother Taught Me...
Well, I Guess Old Memories Never Die.
Lemuel Davy@ Hello Poetry. (Kemuel)
10/28/20015
Those days were days of fun and innocence, i couldn't tell a fake smile;
Back when Guilt was foreign and my heart knew no pain,
I lived a life of simplicity, not concerned about riches or fame;
I played with my older brothers and sisters, we would dance and sing,
I was the youngest for a time, so i was borne on eagles wings,
Those days were days of happiness, frustrations were few,
I still remember waking up early to play in the morning dew;
But now I am a Man, no longer the innocent child i was,
And I have learnt the hard way how people misuse the word called “Love”,
How self pleasing and cruel people can be, without remorse or shame,
Using and abusing the rights of other only for selfish gain;
I sit still in my dorm room at college and something flashed back in my head,
It was the prayer my Mother taught me when i was a baby before I went to bed;
“This night I lay down to sleep, I give the Lord my Soul to Keep,
In My Little Bed I Lie, Heavenly Father, Hear My Cry,
Lord, Protect Me Through This Night, and Keep Me safe Until Morning Light,Amen!”
After I finish reading My Bible And Praying.... As I Lay down.. I Still Pray This Little Prayer That My Mother Taught Me...
Well, I Guess Old Memories Never Die.
Lemuel Davy@ Hello Poetry. (Kemuel)
10/28/20015
