The Child I Was

Brenton Prigge wrote the following poem. It's an image that plays in my imagination a great deal of late. You can see some of Brenton's composition at http://www.newhymn.com/

The child I was
saw the whole wide world
an endless opportunity
for adventure and discovery
with friends who laughed and boasted...
and every bruise was a badge of pride.
Now my bruises are my shame
and I fear the laughter of friends.
I could do with less adventure
and easier discoveries.
Perhaps the child did not yet know truth...
or perhaps I have forgotten it.