In the midst of an old man’s fantasy
About a young girl he adored…
He realized, woe is me,
What if her innocence were ignored?
An elder or a younger man,
With evil on the mind…
Could take her as a mere trophy
Then cast the wreckage behind!
He began to pray unto his Lord
Sincere and fervently…
To keep his adored from such pain,
At least ’til maturity.
Too many young ones taken
By evil men for lust,
Are broken down and lose their souls…
Betrayed by unknowing trust.
The innocence of childhood
In a body that looks adult…
Still needs to be protected,
Not cheated by craft and guilt.
He enjoyed the innocent laughter
That the young woman produced…
Ashamed of his own thoughts after,
How he wished she was ne’er seduced
To give up what and whom she was,
For a single time of loss…
Until the time she could willingly
Love a man who was worth the cost!
He had no daughters, neither sons,
But he felt a burden true…
Praying to protect the innocent ones
Including perhaps you, too.