Naiveté Poem by Albert Ahearn

We all are born naive at birth
Ingenuous for what it’s worth.
The cure is in the things we learn
From childhood to adult that’s earned.
Yet some of us of age remain
A child, a lamb their both the same
The naiveté are most beguiled
By those of us so versatile
Among the rank and file we lurk
And prey on you with clever words.
Word to the wise from one who knows
Be careful of the ones who pose
To be your special pal or friend
One might deceive you in the end.