[Sheri1969]: 347.MY POETRY PAGES

So young, so pure, so innocent
Are children when they’re born
Not knowing what is right or wrong
Nor how to laugh or mourn.

The traits they learn are what they see
The morals you portray
Actions become custom traits
Of how they’ll act one day.

If they see love they’ll learn to trust
And care for other’s lives
When there’s room to share ideas
New challenges they’ll try.

If they see pain they learn to hate
They value no one’s life
They hide their feelings deep within
And live in constant strife.

A child will learn the ways of life
By what they see and hear
They’ll feel they’re either some mistake
Or feel they’re someone dear.