There is a smile on the lips of children; <br />There is a look of innocence, always; <br />They seem to forget and to forgive when, <br />Adults display a wretched, gloomy face! <br /> <br />Oh, how they play about and love their play! <br />Oh, how they long for love and words of praise! <br />Oh, how they dream of presents from a fay! <br />And how they fall asleep or cry always! <br /> <br />But, does this world not ill-treat children? <br />Do children have their freedom, entitled? <br />Are elders kind, giving them tender touch? <br />Many a time, their hearts seem anguish-filled! <br /> <br /> How can this world deny children their needs? <br /> What kind of trees develop from ill-formed seeds?<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-on-children/
