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
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4 comments:
wow*
so True*
takes me back to Public Skool Septempber Recess playing Ball + marvelling at Shiny Chestnuts!! ;))
Great thanks to you, and all who have supported me to be.
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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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