Innocence

The universe; a child's sigh,
A loving touch; the child smiles.
A place to call one's own;
That child knows no better.

There will be a time,
There will come such a time,
There can be no mistaking
the symptoms. Neither time
nor man's antic manipulations
can deny its approach.

And then, I ask (I wonder,
don't you?) will there be
nothing left but the child's tears
that complacent smile of
the child who knew no better?