I take the hand of a child in mine
It feels strange, and yet, familiar
We take a step, then two
We are on a journey
A journey led by innocence
We walk past a pond
cool summer splashes
We walk past a robin's nest
wonder of new life
We walk past a corner store
contraband candy
We walk past an old building
ancient mysteries
We walk past an open field
kites in the wind
We walk past a flowing stream
pebbles and ripples
Look, children playing, let's go!
Tag, hide and seek, blind man's bluff, baseball, hopscotch, skipping rope, snow forts...
That was such fun but now I must leave
But...why?
I am an adult now, duties and responsibilities call
But...why?
I have children of my own
So?...bring them along
I have a wife, I love her dearly
We will make room, bring her too
...OK, let's run
Why doesn't matter in the long grass
Why doesn't matter in the tree forts
Why doesn't matter with the pet snakes
Why doesn't matter with the puddle splash
Why doesn't matter when bubbles are blown
Why doesn't matter to a child who has grown.
Although it was necessary, I regretted opening my eyes after this journey as I did not want it to end. So now I do not consider it ended but renewed.
Jeffrey.
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