The Wisdom of a Child’s Gaze

In a world spun from Plato's forms,

Where shadows dance, reality warms,

A child's eyes, with wonder wide,

Approach the old, where stories hide.

 

Socrates' questions, in every gaze,

Seeking truths, through life's maze,

Yet here, in innocence's embrace,

Lies a wisdom, time can't erase.

 

Aristotle spoke of virtues grand,

Of ethics spread across the land,

But in this child, pure and clear,

Lies a love, devoid of fear.

 

Great grandfather, in his chair of age,

With lines of stories, life's written page,

Smiles down at this youth so free,

A mirror to his memory.

 

A kiss, soft, with kindness sown,

A love, pure, as ever known,

Brings forth tears from eyes so deep,

Where war and peace, in silence, sleep.

 

In that tear, a world unfurls,

Beyond the grasp of pearls and swirls,

Of a life in drink and strife entwined,

A search for meaning, never defined.

 

The child's touch, soft and light,

Heals the wounds of endless night,

Brings forth a wisdom, ancient, true,

In the eyes of old, a youthful hue.

 

And thus, the great grandfather sees,

Through childlike eyes, life's simple keys,

Where Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, fade,

Before the wisdom a child's love made.

 

In every failing, every fear,

In all the world, both far and near,

The beauty lies in simple grace,

Of a child's unfiltered, loving embrace.