And to the eyes of an innocent, there was nothing odd about him.

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Photo by Sue Vincent

As seen with the eyes of an innocent
He’d say there was nothing odd about him
Perhaps a vulnerable citizen

Choices to decide, to drown or to swim
The chill in the air was not from the cold
Courage, struggle and such synonym

Stories of the soul all being told
On a cold November day, such magic
Could be messy, as the mantra unfold

No way to tell how this ends, like tragic
Reasons to exist on this wondrous place
Being grateful, in French it’s called magique

Have to count his blessing with all its grace
It’s nice to talk, laugh and share with someone
There’s lesson to be learned in his own pace

Lean on someone, there are things left undone
Experience with pain, his eyes with tears brimmed
Ups and downs of life, regrets he has none

Nothing odd about him, and such is life
Against all odds and challenges, quite rife
As seen with the eyes of an innocent
Perhaps a vulnerable citizen*

(c) ladyleemanila 2019

* Lauranelle

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For: Thursday photo prompt: Choices #writephoto, Wordle 407 Jun 8 by bwarren ,  And to the eyes of an innocent, there was nothing odd about him. It was November, and the chill in the air was not from the Cold.

 

10 Comments

  1. I found myself relating to the poem’s subject a bit.
    I have often been judged odd.
    People either miss my vulnerability, or they use it to hurt me.
    I don’t know if I’d be a vulnerable or frightening figure through the eyes of innocence.

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