Traipsing through the mud
So nice to feel like a kid
Hope no one sees me
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: childlike
Ravages Of Time
Ravages of time
I see it in the mirror
Wrinkled, grey and thin
Underneath it all I’m young
Still childlike in my mind
This shell is just that–
A shell, weather-worn with age
To be discarded
But this is not the real me
Only a facade that I show the world
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wisdom Of A Child
Wisdom of a child–
We do not start out hateful
This we have been taught.
Corrupted by narrow minds
Desiring to suppress.
To what end is this,
But to feed the frail ego
–A disgusting beast!
With claws and fangs it draws blood
Weaving a path called ruin.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Strive To Be As The Sapling
I strive to be as the sapling;
Flexible in the path of the raging gale.
The sapling does not struggle against its foe,
It does not stand rigid as an elder,
It bows gracefully and without pretense.
Even in its youth
The sapling knows it could not withstand the fury,
So by yielding it survives unscathed.
This is the wisdom lost to maturity.
With age the sapling becomes increasingly inflexible
Until in time its trunk refuses to bend.
We are not so unlike the simple tree,
Showing great resilience in childhood,
Becoming unwavering and obstinate with age.
Oh what I would not give to be as the lowly sapling.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Some Say It Is A Window Into The Soul
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 ~~
Gone (Triple Tetractys)
Gone
My Youth
My Freedom
The adventure
Giving way to a cautious existence
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The price we pay for our maturation
If we let it
Restricting
Joyless
Dead
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Fight
Rise up
Remember
Your days gone by
While breathing it is not too late to live
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Silly Boys and Girls
Silly boys, they laugh and they giggle,
Silly girls in their skirts they do wiggle.
The girls laugh and point at the giggling boys,
As they make funny noises playing with their toys.
The girls turn away when they see the boys gawk,
The boys chase the girls with the speed of a hawk.
The boys yell and taunt as the girls run away,
The girls round the schoolyard away from them they stay.
Huffing and puffing the boys give up chase,
The girls in their stocking feet ran away with the race.
The boys and the girls in playgrounds and yards,
Laughing and singing, life was not hard.
This innocence squandered to the aging of youth,
Maybe in children we adults can find our lost truth.
Wouldn’t this be such wonderful thing,
Removing from stress, it’s life zapping sting.
There’s much we can learn from our children at play,
Like how to have fun each and every day.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Embrace the Child
Soulfully embrace
The laughter of your children
For innocence fades
Replaced by cynicism
And angst in adolescence
If left to fester
Cherish the inner child
Promote it’s beauty
This will lead to a full life
Filled with joyful abundance
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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