It’s said a child's laughter
Can be heard a hundred
Times a day,
While those mature have
Much less cheer,
At least that's what
'They’ say.
How do we hang onto
The purity of youth
As responsibilities
Take hold?
We must remember what
Made us smile, before
We suddenly became
So 'old'.
Close your eyes for just
A moment, now
And journey back to
That certain time,
What made you smile?
What was your style?
How did reason make
Room for rhyme?
Look at the world through
An innocent's eyes,
And while still keeping
Your wisdom, begin
To allow the joy of
Being alive shine through,
And embrace the
Beautiful child within.
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