The Loss Of Innocence I look and stare up above, I await the coming rain, I wish it would wash away the pain. I sing a song to soothe the hurt. I seek some balm to use as salve. I wonder why I cry. I mourn the loss of innocence, I long for carefree days when I could giggle with the wind. © 2000 by Zernalyn Palmares

If you enjoyed tales spun on this page please use the bar below to share it with your friends who also might enjoy other poetry written by the cowboy night writer.

E-MAIL THIS LINK
Enter recipient's e-mail:

Mail To The Cowboy

NEXT      BACK      HOME

Powered by Bravenet.com

Copyrighted © David Griffith
"There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval."

PalletMaster's Workshop®.