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.