Transformation Poem

 

If I could be transformed

I would be young again,

I would live in the tender years

Of no worry or no sin.

I would see only the good in everyone.

In my eyes there would be no distinction,

No races, no colors,

No different religions.

I would dance through the years,

Living by fate,

Carefree and happy,

Until the world taught me to hate.

Oh! To be four, five, or six,

When every little problem,

Daddy could easily fix.

To have that life back!

Just for a day,

To live, to laugh, to sigh and say,

"You see, there is a better way."

 

By Steph Zak