Poetry that joys the heart,
and makes a man think astart..

Friday, August 09, 2013

If There Were To Be A Man..

If there were to be a man,
Joyful as a child. as he had been.
And play where he can;
With dirt and yet be clean.
Be it shade or sun,
He would smile and cry,
And soon forget and run.
His heart would never die,
And play Without Stopping By.
If there were to be a man,
Who would play without a plan,
And play where he can..

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