yet a child knows love and to hate is blind.

What makes him change as he grows older

developing a heart that's grown colder?

As man grows he learns of hate,

that love can mean pure heartbreak.

He forgets the fun of love that's shared;

the happiness of having cared.

The love given to a stanger

is a smile returned, not anger.

Yet the old man has forgotten this;

forgotten that love is bliss.

Perhaps in love he did not well

so now in hate he chooses to dwell.

I know not why this life he's chose to uphold

but I'll avoid his ways ---- or not grow old.