Young at Heart

Young at Heart

Innocence is a clear moonbeam
Like a quintessential childhood dream
It is glee at marbles and spinning tops
Thankful eyes for the lollipops
Flowing tears without restraint
Colourful crayons and choo-choo trains
Wide eyed wonder at toads and deer
Unaffected by adulthood fears.
Splash in water and lisp a tune
Make a din with a pan and a spoon
When plastic airplanes come alive
With child made sounds they fly and dive
Indian, Chinese, French or Greek
They play with abandon hide and seek.

It's a life steeped in simple pleasures
Forfeited later to grown up pressures
Those carefree laughter of childhood days
Like shedding wax we burn away
Many forget we were children once
To adulthood, alas, those thrills renounce
Replace laughter with misplaced passions
And strip our hearts of much compassion
We lose the rainbow and the gold too
When we fail to notice the morning dew
How magical it'd be to be seven again
Innocent pleasures to once more regain
The childhood spark is never out of range
If you're young at heart and never mind the age.

~ Krishna ~

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