I watched a little child one day Droll and happy—full of play Frolic—jump and dance around Like a brooklet ocean bound The living image of innocence demure Sweet as an angel and just as pure And watching him a thought came to me Why must you grow up a MAN to be When NOW you're so happy, gay and free? Would we be as happy after all If pathways were roses with never a fall If Childhood would everlastingly rock And ne'er experience a single hard knock Surely 'tis all as it's meant to be God's well laid plans fit perfectly. So 'tis best to be children as long as we may; Keep ourselves young by indulgence in play; And even in AGE to childhood return Unpleasantries all in forgetfulness burn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR |