Childhood’s End

Deep and long, between the pass of time,

like a saber wound upon my mind,

is the tragedy of a short-lived life.

Sobbing children at the break of dawn

awake themselves on the morning lawn

with no place to flee or hide.

No salvation, thrown to the abyss,

the agony of a hopeless kiss,

as the mother suffers empty tears.

Life is far too short to waste any of it

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