As babes we all believe

that what may be, is

what a shame to have it pass

like in the looking glass.

As time marches to the drum

and as those who choose to run

get sombre, tired and true

and realize they're blue,

could like children ever cheery

pass so easily through the night

not wondering if the light

will greet them in the morn.

Us in pursuit of trivial trytes

in circles run our minds

and bodies follow too

through a hustle bustle world.

Could there possibly be room

to focus on life's joy,

and as we live and breathe

as children we can see

the joy that love can bring.

Comments

August 27, 2013 @07:25 pm
David: is that is a song yet? Should be.. And you should be in our writing class.
Jan Beauvais

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