When Children Cry
Choose to listen lest I refrain...

living in a marsh mellow world,
through time to play...

a whip cream disease;
shades of lasting grandeur
a tug at the heart
longing for romance

take a good look at their five & ten
light a candle for thoughts
a clever dude...

see me throughout the leaves
chosen vestibules recover charm
loud rhymers through their thoughts
Amidst its ivory towers...

their quaint impulse of a hug
deliver to each cavity
the children read on;
a toddler cries

then going out to play
the mere covering of it's desperado
to visually see kids
Those little pitter patter feet
lest suit their relax

youngsters renew their youth
their covered snow