Broken toys

Ice cream boats on lemonade seas, candy angels in an orange blossom breeze 

From a child's eyes it looked this way

But soon the wise were telling me the world was not what I see 

No more magic in the night or day

Steal your eyes poison your brain schooled to be insane

Given a stencil of what to say

Growing old on a pill, told when you are ill

Oh to return to that innocent way

Reviews

[MCS]

The innocence of childhood is always short-lived. When the rose-coloured glass come off it’s a rude awakening. Great piece of writing as always.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and comment. Yes lose of innocence leaves us pregnant with unwanted children.

[Betty Hermelee]

I remember the Good Humor Ice Cream man...coming around neighborhoods in NYC ringing his bell and all the kids heard it and rushed to be first on line!!! Those were the fun and innocent days..fortunately, those carefree days are over....and now we are face with many complex problems, some of them unsolvable....
some of them just unpleasant....NICE!
Warmly, B

[Soren]

Thank you so much Betty I appreciate the read and comment. Yes childhood and its innocence once lost can not be returned to. But it was a hell of a time.

[Betty Hermelee]

my pleasure always🌷🌷🌷🌷
Warmly, B

[Arundass TP]

The old think of past. The young think of present and middle aged think of future. Nicely written poem

[Soren]

So true my friend. Thanks so much for the review and comment.