A Child Still 84 Poem by Madrason .

A Child Still 84



Forgot to see melancholy
a child sat on his head
it seems to me a mystery
the times one can't forget
how hard one tries
how fast time flies
but not the child in thee
be open and free, be wild
a child sat on his hat
and underneath was he!

M for Paolo Ventura

Friday, October 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: man
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Madrason .

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