The Early Years : Childrens Poetry

The early years I'm coming through,
I'm still not sure just what to do .
I'm just lost in wondering why ,
The early years can make me cry .
I'll promise not to bite your ears,
So bear with me through all the tears ,
I'm just a baby coming through ,
A world to tough for me to chew .
I'm like a bird that cannot fly ,
I'm on a cloud that's drifting by .
With each new day that reappears .
I'm coping with these early years.  

By Paul McCann