Through the eyes of a child

Three little boys in the back of a stretch limo. Reminds me of a poem I wrote once, called Through the eyes of a child:

'The innocent babes frolic merrily in the sun
Two boys, twins
With translucent skin of angels and blue eyes of cherubs
Life for them is seemingly so uncomplicated
Just joyous moment after joyous moment
Where does our innocence go as we get older?
Do we really become wiser?
Or just more cynical, fearful and afraid?
I want to experience that union of the senses again
And see life once more through the eyes of a child'.