He longed for times the worst hurts
Were so quickly kissed away
By the Mum he once knew loved him
And who cared for him each day.
He longed for times he trusted,
Times he saw less harm than good,
He longed for times he thought adults
Just did the things they should.
He longed for times he loved still,
Had no need to learn of hate,
Had no need for twisted pleasures,
Where love lacked, could compensate.
He longed for times so simple,
When he’d seen and heard much less,
He longed for times so long ago
When his life was not a mess.
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