The Joy Of Childhood
Finding your lost mittens in the school’s lost and found.
Playing with some puppies as they run and jump around.
Happiness on your first day at school in your new dress.
Your favorite swing when the bell rang for recess.
Thinking upon these things, a smile comes to your face.
When just before the ball got there, you reached first base.
Each one brought joy to your life, in its very own way.
Your experiences were exciting, each day.
It’s the life of a children engrossed in the folly,
Like the time you went downtown and rode the trolley.
Or sitting under a tree, your mind running free.
Thinking of places you’d go and all you would see.
You were always looking for a new place to go,
And every experience would help you to grow.
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