A little boy,
Was so full of joy,
One sunny afternoon,
As he held a beautiful balloon.
It was lovely to see him stare,
At it floating in the air.
As he held it by a string,
You could hear him sing,
"I've got a balloon!
I've got a balloon! "
He looked over the moon,
Racing from place to place,
With a smile on his face.
If we could all learn from him,
We'd be full to the brim,
Happy as can be,
Feeling young and free.
.............so sweet the innocence of being a child....wish we could all be a child forever....
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Little boy gets full joy while he sees and gets a balloon. He looks over moon and feels free. Racing from place to place he smiles. Childhood memory is well expressed with happiness. This poem is very beautifully penned...10