Second Childhood

When I go for a morning walk, For I found myself fresh & smooth, In case I’m in an attitude to talk I’ll pick away a youth. I'd ideally chat with a youngster Of an energetic age Than to chat in the high-sanctuary class With a school’s sage. I’d love the scramble of extravagant hand That carefully sticks; It is mature enough I grasp ‘Why life is so tough’, I should not ask. I love the drone of little tongue Moreover, trusting in the eyes; These are the joys that keep me young As daylight kicks the blue skies. For as to second childhood I gently drew it close With a happy heart to see it why We are reborn in our adulthood.