a child is

so innocent.

simple, pure

and effervescent

with that soft koala skin

and spongey skull.

free of sin.

they have one free pass,

to heaven's holy gates.

while I am damned to hell

unable to avoid the fates.

Why is right

sometimes wrong?

I've been sinning all along!

what's been done's been done

youth is wasted on the young. 

The End

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