Happy Children Poem
Happy Children Poem
Are all-stars, curious jugs of sunshine,
their eyes metaphors of emptiness
and fullness perfectly contained,
their naivety keeps us entertained,
they do not think about anything too long,
peanut butter keeps them energized,
they have happy feet, elastic faces,
and like acrobats, they ride bareback.
Wild stallions with wings,
they train smarter, not harder,
slow and steady gets them there,
they balance fun with rest, and they lie
on their backs and take pleasure in
moments of nothingness.
