Kai Kitayama

A Joy Forgotten

Small and innocent.

Taking in all that he sees,

The baby can find joy in even the slightest little thing

Because everything is new,

An adventure waiting to be opened

The lack of knowledge brings happiness

Where facts restrict the ability to appreciate

When was the last time,

That playing with blocks was like a computer game?

And observing a butterfly was like watching TV?

With age, the capability to revere disintegrates

All the wonderful delights, are abandoned

The years that one was a baby

The joys forgotten

The joys, that all should remember

And admire once again, as an adult




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