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Striped shirt
Black tie
Black pants
Leather case
Sums him up,
All grown up
Five days a week.
Muddy shoes
Sweaty clothes
Ruffled hair
Bruised hands
A little boy on a weekend.
Him the little boy
The little boy him
Two keeping one together,
Neither the boss of the other.
Let them out
Once in a while,
Little boy or little girl
They lie asleep deep within
Wake them up,
Let them out,
They are us more than
We’ll ever know.
If you never let go of the child within.. growing old shall hold no fear..
ReplyDeleteWe are all - will always be children.. If we look at the world with the eyes of a child we I believe we would love more ...laugh more... play more..
Dawna, you couldn't have put it any better.thank you for passing by, do come again soon...take care...
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