Joyful
I went to a land of little
A place of lovely smiles
Candle sticks and butter cups
Clothes of many styles
She gazed at me
With crinkled eyes
She said “you’re just a boy”
“But, I”m all of sixty four”
“So what, embrace your joy.”
Tiny hands and tiny feet
Flowing yellow hair
She flew about as fairies do
I couldn’t believe that she was there
The path before me
Stones and grass
The air it smelt so sweet
Butterflies with glowing eyes
Guided me to a seat
Animals and people too
Even Tiny tinker tots
Danced about with such glee
Amidst the Forget me nots
My problems shrunk to little
As I grew in joy
Sixty four’s just a number
After all, I'm just a boy.
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