Child's Play - Poem by Bob Densmore
Oh how we dangle in webs of worry,
With sweat on brow, mind in a hurry.
Thoughts once spent in glorious wonder,
Now fall prey to every cloud’s thunder.
There once was a time many lessons ago,
That our eyes set high could not see so low.
Grains of sand between our toes,
Was reason enough to behold.
A tree, a spider, a dropp of rain,
Amusement and splendor were all these things.
I wish upon those carefree days,
When all the world was just child’s play
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