She sits there and plays with her bears

ignorant of the world that is around her.

Unaware of the inflation, politics, and wars

which tends to make life difficult out there.

I long for those days that used to be bright

when I was young, naïve and in a bubble.

It’s easier to be happy when not in the fight

only worrying about staying out of trouble.

Yet as we grow, we become aware of a planet

that is far from perfect, even grossly unfair.

Far too young to realize the distant threat

but one day we’ll all be old enough to care.

It’s dishonest to burden the next generation

but they’ll carry the baton and still have fun.