Exploring Happiness #13- Colors - Poem by June Stepansky
When I was young,
I loved my crayons:
first the boxes of five,
bright primary colors.
Later the jumbo boxes
opening me up
to the wonderful
world of color:
pinks and yellows,
the colors of pretty dresses,
greens and yellow-greens,
the colors of grass and plants.
Now when I see a hillside
covered with wildflowers,
I think of the crayons
which invaded my youthful soul
with the captivating colors
Poet's Notes about The Poem
As we grow older, it is important for us to try to maintain some of the same excitement and enthusiasm in the world around us that comes so naturally to children.
It is that childhood vision of the world that gives to us a special kind of happiness and makes each day of our lives a continuing adventure.
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Fill your life with as many moments and experiences of joy and passion as you humanly can. Start with one experience and build on it.
The worst bankruptcy in the world is a person who has lost his enthusiasm.
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