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Music? Poetry? Dance or Art?
Life can block the gifts we’re given;
Growing up is unforgiving!

Since my childhood I have known;
A tiny voice when I’m alone;
That wants to draw, or paint, or sing;
Or point me skyward on a swing!

Boundless hope within me springs;
My child believes in everything!
From houses made of gingerbread;
To trees for castles overhead!

“Once upon a time” it starts;
Eyes on YOU to do your part!
Would you chance to join their laughter?
Leave your fond held “ever after”?

Stories of our child grow faint;
Under years of self-restraint, and
Like an itch we dare not scratch;
For fear of what our child might hatch!

Drink, for some, bestows permission;
Halloween, invites remission!
Others choose their child to be;
At costume balls for “charity!’

Those whom I admire I find;
Never left their child behind!
With dreams and hopes tucked up each sleeve;
They gave us joy and make-believe!

They seemed to share one precious tool;
No fear of being thought a fool!

To dancers, prancers, everywhere;
To Mork, and Joan, and Fred Astaire;
To Mickey Rooney, oh you kid!
Lauren Bacall and Uncle Sid;

To Jim Henson’s puppetering;
And Pete Seeger’s words endearing;
Playfully they sent their call;
Made it safe for us to fall;
Beneath the spell they deftly cast;
Let our hearts come home at last!

Here’s a toast to all of you;
Whose dignity will go askew!

When a jump rope you should chance;
Better duck beneath and prance!
Lest you shall forever be;
That work-a-holic busy bee;
Suspended in our grown-up’s act;
Afraid we’ll lose the roadmap back!

Oh, I suppose we must grow up;
But just today, I’ve had enough!
I’m going to wave at passers by;
And talk to dogs, and paint the sky.

Perhaps I’ll sit beneath a tree;
And let the ants walk over me!
Or perch out on the porch tonight;
And howl for hours with all my might!

Here’s the wish that I will make
for every candle on my cake;
May friendship interrupt your day;
And find you still have time to play!










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Happy Birthday
Date: Tuesday, 4th November 2014 @ 06:01:11 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
What’s inside your secret heart?
Music? Poetry? Dance or Art?
Life can block the gifts we’re given;
Growing up is unforgiving!

Since my childhood I have known;
A tiny voice when I’m alone;
That wants to draw, or paint, or sing;
Or point me skyward on a swing!

Boundless hope within me springs;
My child believes in everything!
From houses made of gingerbread;
To trees for castles overhead!

“Once upon a time” it starts;
Eyes on YOU to do your part!
Would you chance to join their laughter?
Leave your fond held “ever after”?

Stories of our child grow faint;
Under years of self-restraint, and
Like an itch we dare not scratch;
For fear of what our child might hatch!

Drink, for some, bestows permission;
Halloween, invites remission!
Others choose their child to be;
At costume balls for “charity!’

Those whom I admire I find;
Never left their child behind!
With dreams and hopes tucked up each sleeve;
They gave us joy and make-believe!

They seemed to share one precious tool;
No fear of being thought a fool!

To dancers, prancers, everywhere;
To Mork, and Joan, and Fred Astaire;
To Mickey Rooney, oh you kid!
Lauren Bacall and Uncle Sid;

To Jim Henson’s puppetering;
And Pete Seeger’s words endearing;
Playfully they sent their call;
Made it safe for us to fall;
Beneath the spell they deftly cast;
Let our hearts come home at last!

Here’s a toast to all of you;
Whose dignity will go askew!

When a jump rope you should chance;
Better duck beneath and prance!
Lest you shall forever be;
That work-a-holic busy bee;
Suspended in our grown-up’s act;
Afraid we’ll lose the roadmap back!

Oh, I suppose we must grow up;
But just today, I’ve had enough!
I’m going to wave at passers by;
And talk to dogs, and paint the sky.

Perhaps I’ll sit beneath a tree;
And let the ants walk over me!
Or perch out on the porch tonight;
And howl for hours with all my might!

Here’s the wish that I will make
for every candle on my cake;
May friendship interrupt your day;
And find you still have time to play!












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