Some say it is a window into the soul,
But me…well, I don’t know
I run, I jump, I laugh and cajole
As though I’m putting on a show.
The youth in me knows not this bodies age,
Ignoring the aches and the pains.
Like a Mad Hatter on the Phantoms stage,
Tossing aside my horses reins.
Playing in the grass, flying kites high in the sky,
Living for just having fun.
Juvenile maybe, lets just say that I try,
Hoping for much longer from where I’d begun.
This is how I choose to live a fairytale life,
One of fullness, prosperity and joy.
Living without the stress and the mind numbing strife,
That so many chose to employ.
Then a look in the mirror reveals an inevitable truth,
That no one can run from their age.
Bags and wrinkles are not things of one’s youth,
As each year turns the next page.
In my minds eye I’m still the same person I was
O’ those many years gone by.
Only the blind would be ignorant of the cause,
No matter how hard they may try.
So the moral to this story is one I believe
To live in happiness and in peace.
Keep the child in your heart, never to cleave,
And your elation will surely increase.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~