Naiveté, no virtue!
I was naive
Full of ignorance
Easy to joy
Quick to tears
Entranced by nature
Infatuated with anything
That was beauteous
and fantastic
I believed that
All good things in life
came free.
I was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Nothing comes free.
Not even life.
That was my fist lesson
And I haven’t stopped learning
Knowledge that turned
the carriage into a pumpkin
But then
I had changed
It has dawned on me
One has to pay for
everything one gets
in direct proportions.
Period.
