I was strolling along one sunny morn,
Didn’t quite realize when she left me;
I kept walking on,
Not knowing she wasn’t following me.
In this world she would be but a misfit,
For she possessed the caprice of innocence;
Trust always by her side,
When the need of the hour was prudence.
She left as the fairy’s wand transformed me,
Robbed me rudely of my childhood;
Bewildered as I was, nothing could be a greater shock,
Not even the advent of adulthood.
It was only later that I realized,
That this journey through which must pass every human,
Robs humanity a wee bit of its sensitivity,
And the world a wee bit of its conscience.
And that has made all the difference!