Innocent Eyes of the Color Blind

I think I finally understand it.

Why the past makes us so melancholy.

It’s the joy and innocence- felt as kids,

this grown up world is so mean and ugly.

🤔🌍

We miss jumping ropes, holding hands with friends,

just time to play, no worries, no demands.

Home made cookies, with fresh made lemonade,

playing hopscotch, freeze tag and kick the cans.

🍋🍪

I never gave a thought about your face,

or understood about color or race.

So, we find ourselves longing for release,

crave better times, when what we knew was peace

👧🏼👦🏽🧑🏻‍🦰🧒

Oh, the innocent eyes and ears of youth,

come, so you see me and I see you too