Prize
Be young my boy
Don’t rush to grow
The secrets of age
will soon be told
Fish in creeks
Gaze at the sky
Stay young and curious
for a while
Laugh from your belly
Wink and grin
Hit a ball with a stick
you don’t need to win
Dance to the music
in your head
Move here or there
as Simon says
For soon enough
time marches on
That little boy
he does move on
If you are lucky
you will realize
to keep a bit of him
is a precious prize.
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