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In the Eyes of the Children
As I grew up I never felt cause for any doubt.
There was a magic I never had to do without.
Only when I turned and found it lost
Could I at last comprehend the cost.
Though I still heard the laughter beckoning
The alarm of the clock proved deafening.
Now, though neither cynical nor bitter,
I live with but a taste of the glitter.
December warmth wraps around me
Yet now carries a vacancy.
Then I hear bells ring, young carolers prepare,
And I smile to hear their sounds fill the air.
I open my door and lend an ear,
Grateful they have chosen to come here.
I will one day have back what I lost. Until then
I will look for it in the eyes of the children.
