First off – with a peep out from
sleepy eyes he starts the
world again and smiles
looking at toys
who know places
like seaside where
ice cream tastes good
and dodgems where they bumped
and exciting musicals
when people on stage wave
like a big mirror.
He knows where he’s going
and knows it doesn’t matter.
On the school-bus he laughs
loud at songs and driver
each with its bubble of colour
and in minutes hello’s
headmaster, teachers, fellows,
feeling again excitement
like dodgems, musicals,
ice cream knowing he’s got it
made with smiles and friendship,
love and funny people;
lucky life.
Wow... I read this three times, and had a different emotion each time. "lucky life," indeed.
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ReplyDeleteA nice happy poem
ReplyDeleteI share your enthusiasm for words. I wasn't as affected as much by this poem as i was an earlier one. Probably says more about me. Is the HP Blavatsky you quote?
ReplyDeletevery good mirrors my own experience.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant Title,we could all learn a lot from the feeling of excitement and involvement the poem talks about.
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