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.
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