Overjoyed With His Life Was He Poem by james watkin

Overjoyed With His Life Was He



Overjoyed with his life was he
As in a new plaything.
Engrossed, at no end of a string
For what of it broke free!

No trail but of little mischiefs
Gustily leaving behind.
Over park, paddock; undefined
For footprints; just handkerchiefs!

A gift as boundless to unwrap
For its possibilities as 'twere
What's held in universal wonder
A universe yet to map.

Thursday, May 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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