Saturday, September 26, 2009

Warm Breathe

When we’re quite Young
Everything is knew
And amazes us to smile

The joy of a playground
And all its whatifs

Sometimes we exceed
In the testing game
To a grateful fall

That teaches us well
Where to go and where not

Somehow we’re taught
To roughen that up
Strict and composure

Runs orderly living
But what about the smile

As in seeing for the first
What you don’t have a clue
Let isness our cue

Simple and complete

4 comments:

BillyWarhol said...

wow*

so True*

takes me back to Public Skool Septempber Recess playing Ball + marvelling at Shiny Chestnuts!! ;))

Gilson said...

Great thanks to you, and all who have supported me to be.

BillyWarhol said...

thank god! my comment is still here!!

Thank U for leaving it for a DAY OR 2*

Susanne49 said...

Your poems are beautiful, what a nice blog you have here!

Thank you for your kind comment to my post today, very much appreciated. :)
Susanne

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