I see a romping child, girl or boy;
A racing horse, a bunny hopping free.
In animals, it seems each move paints joy.
When leaves spin dancing—whirling ecstasy.
My springs are shot, my body rusts, and yet—
My spirit soars with every leap and swirl.
My heart and mind and soul do not forget
The joy of runs, of walks, of laughing twirl.
The life of any one of us will end
Yet all around us is the evidence.
The dance of life will ever weave and bend.
Embrace another’s joy? It’s common sense!
Our life’s too short to play it safe and coy
Or limit to your self, the taste of joy!
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