The True Heralds of Life:

'Hop, skip and touch the sky

Hop, skip and touch the sky'

So rang the joyful refrain

Of the kids playing in the rain

Blissfully unaware of gravity

Their joy being their clarity

Having absolutely no reluctance at all

They did jump up, dance and fall.

Not caring even a little bit that they fell

They just got up and continued playing well.

Now us adults tend to over complicate

Things, not see them as they are, dedicate

Our time to useless egotistic pursuits,

Not appreciating the delicious fruits

Of simple joys and precious time;

We'd rather drown in many a dime.

But stop for a second and do remember

Life's not eked out to work all December.

Stop and learn from that son or daughter

Whose dulcet tones of joyous laughter

Fill the air with flowing silky sweetness.

Just stand by children and do witness

How they take life on straight away

No fears, no ifs and buts, no hideaway.

Learn from these 'bundles of joy'

What life is at its fullest, not a ploy.

Rightly placed among the best,

Children are the ones with a lot of zest

To face whatever it is they have to

For they are the true heralds of life.

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This is my entry for @ContestsAndThings ' 'Poetry contests'- 'Children'...

At the top is the cover I made for this poem.

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