(untitled)

Poem By Robert B. Glass

Sweet and innocent they know
no sin. Whether playing in the sun or rain their
faces look natural as they wear their grins.
Living their lives in a carefree way
While envied by adults who remember their
own childhood days. Oh how I miss those
carefree days.

Comments about (untitled)

There is no comment submitted by members.


Rating Card

2,7 out of 5
10 total ratings

Other poems of ROBERT B. GLASS

Beggar's Feast

I laid in bed trying to sleep
and found myself being drug off to a beggar's feast,
There was lusty wine to quench a greedy throat,
Sexual depravity was one of the main meats.

Temptress

Amber waves flowing in the wind,
displaying her beauty puts me in mind of the
original sin. Life's warm love radiates from her form
not a more beautiful child of woman has been born.

The Heavenly Creator

He is the rock of my foundation,
He sent the Savior for my soul.
A fraction of His wisdom is greater than we will ever know.
He is the highest Tower of Power