This morning, I glimpsed three little children,
They were burning with bright passion, as little children do,
I watched them for a while, and lamented a happy youth,
But beautiful they were, aglow with smiles on their faces,
I like to think that I'm tough, but I fell to my knees at a single wink,
A single childish grin, and I was gone,
Lost to a world of soft fantasy, and shining smiles.
I would like to think I caught a glimpse of their whimsy.
Though I've never been the whimiscal type,
I like to hope that maybe,
There's still a part of me that dreams like they do..
Children are the world,
Please let them smile..