Child's Painting

The splatter of a child’s painting
A memory stolen away
A memory forgotten
As it disappears
And we forget our childish ways

The splatter of a child’s painting
Spots and dots of spring hidden here
Waves and splodges of winter
But autumn is what they fear

The splatter of a child’s painting
A written story itself
Marks the way of life and everything else
Ending with a fall, it meets the end of its story
But still with nothing
Not even any glory