Remember grownups always telling you
“Enjoy your childhood!”? – hollow it has rung
That doomed advice, but I am guilty, too
Of trying to bestow it on the young
They’re busy living, they’ve no use for our
Sage boring words, they know a better way
(Like climbing trees) to spend this precious hour
So bite your tongue and let them fly away
Let them be children, though it will not last
Just let them be. They’re in that magic place
Where time is stalled – no future, yet, no past
Just “happy now” shines on the old clock’s face
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
prompted by Poetic Asides
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