Child beneath

by Jem Croucher

Inanimate object, dark dusty hall
Drops from the gutter, damp on the wall
Cracks in the ceiling, sagging floor
Peeling off wallpaper, tatty and torn
Paint a bleak picture, colour it in
Pictures of grey or anything dim
Just make it dismal, capture a frown
Sometimes I think we enjoy being down
Thinking the worst, worry and strife
Instead of just simply enjoying our life
The truth of its clear, I would rather smile
Even if tinged with a tear once a while
Banish that feeling, banish that grief
As I want to be like the child that’s beneath.

2 Comments to “Child beneath”

  1. Jem, I really, really like this one. It speaks to me 🙂

  2. Big Smiles. Glad you liked it. Wrote it some time back but a firm favourite and one I return to from time to time.

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