Children

We were once children

Real, and not fill in

The inner wasn’t trouble

With nothing to ruffle

The one then doubled

Coming as if smuggled

None asked for ego

Arriving, it assumed veto

The child continues to play

On ground locked away

Taking happiness there

It is hidden, but where?

Every child’s a reminder

To be a little kinder

It cracks open a smile

Letting go ego and guile