If A Man's Childlike Naïve

If a man be human that he aught be, Let his grit be garnished with child's good grace, Thanks be to innocent heart, he's happy, That he still wears a child's fluid little face. Nice if man's creative, nicer if naïve As to protect that playful little child From a venomous wilful world so wild, And keep that child in him for long alive. Let man enjoy play more than a game won, The sun toils hard and still retains his smile, The child within set free lets this happen, Let a man lose his stern face on lone isle, Life is not made of stuff that heavy weighs, No grouse is great enough to grieve for days. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.10.06 |