One Day You'll Write A Masterpiece!

The child looked up with longing eyes, One dream still pining for, Not old enough and not yet wise To even know the score... The rhyming schemes that made words plain, The shifts like rolling sands, Just childlike words within the brain, Till working out the plans... The subtleties emotions weave, The white lies lovers tell, The tricksters we must not believe, Love's Heaven and Love's Hell... The promises of Romeos, The changing of one's life, The loneliness the sad heart knows When one man seeks a wife... The child would learn as time moved on, Age gives and also takes, Until one day, the childhood's gone, Life's played for higher stakes... God bless you then, you bonny child, With love songs yet to be, For you've still yet to be beguiled By smiles you long to see! Denis Martindale March 2017.