A fleeting gift
While unaware,
The innocent
Evolves impaired,
As impotence
Offers till then,
Brief liberty
One lives in bliss
Of ignorance,
To adolescence
When time states,
Life’s baggage
So accumulates,
Thus having felt
The telling kiss
Of omnipotence,
Obliterates recalls
Of innocence,
Made destined to be lost!
Poetry on a canapé 
Yes, the shocking waking up from the bliss of ignorance and naivety. Luckily as we age the wisdom to make some sense of it appears.
How right you are, for they who do. Jean-Jacques
I’m not certain what happened but your posts are not appearing in my reader! I am going to re-follow to see if that helps. I thought that you had taken a short break!
Proof that today electronics though impressive, are not perfect. And here I thought like you, that you too were on a break, or even at odds with something I scribbled. I’m pleased to find that the latter was not at issue, my treasured friend, and we can blame it on technicalities. Welcome back dear Rececca! Jean-Jacques Fournier