clouds drift past
floating on the blue
imagination plays
shapes come and go
the fun of the game
laying back on the grass
laughing with joy
a day of pure fun
it may be harder
to get safely down
and harder back up
age makes me slow
but always a child
not so deep within
loving the simple
keeping life fun
Sweet joys of childhood, remembering them keeps us young and commected to the joy inside. Thank you for the reminder!
ReplyDeleteYou make this writing of poems look so easy on days like today. Was it?
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the child in me :)
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