It matters not,
Be but a shade
Of used to be,
He does exist
The child in me…
Many will say
It can’t be he,
For what we see
Is but a hint
Of said once be,
I play their game
Knowing full well
He’s still the same…
Yet more claim
I am for naught,
The child is gone
Tho I think not,
For we remain
One and the same…
I know the child
Yet lives in me,
As so he must
From birth
Until meant day
One turns to dust!
Poetry on a canapé 
Yes, he must! ☜(⌒▽⌒)☞
And in all of us, who know their strength lies in the child that lives inside. He who be the surest hope this world survives for the child that follows. Jean-Jacques Fournier
I think it is the child in each of us who is in touch with the essence of us, the essence of the universe and the essence of the divine, which are all one and the same. (｡◕‿◕｡)
I absolutely agree with your way of interpreting the abstract picture of the poetic element of my story, up to the divine, for outside of oneself, and at that point the people of this planet share a variety of beliefs.
So I say, to each ones own, for what is divine for some, has no meaning for others, and the sooner we can accommodate by eliminating the like segregation, the better the chance for world harmony, ergo the potential end of conflict, terrorism, war and nationalistic narrow-mindedness. Thank you for your comment, and establishing a discussion point. Jean-Jacques Fournier
Beautfiul to know the child in you yet lives.
Thank you… and I shall be forever thankful for that privilege. That which gives the kind of naive hope that sort of counterbalances the frustrations of cynicism. we acquire with the repetitiveness of our fellowman’s social injustices. Those things you so rightly write about all the time my dear friend. Jean-Jacques