Love and truth are never purer then when
spoken from the lips of a child. It seems with
the passing of the years, that truth and love
are stained with the passage of time.
How sad is life, for it seems the older we are
the less likely we seemed to trust-to speak the
truth or believe in another.
Are cynicism, mistrust and suspicion of our fellow
human beings a decease of old age? I fear in many
of us…that is so. It seems only in the young, does
one find a heart still pure.
© Joe Fazio
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