Small Boys

The world is so tender, so mysterious, and so coy,
when you're lookin' at it...through the eyes of a little boy.
So brittle ,that life. So loving and so sweet,
the look in their eyes, their small little feet.

Their heart is much bigger, than their small frail shape,
they'd jump off every garage, if they had a bright cape.
The world is their oyster. The stars go on forever,
with a small amount of glue, their hands stick together!

Their magnetic faces can attrack so much dirt,
for all the BOO-BOO's you had to kiss, when they got hurt.
Boring....is so hard. The trees are really high,
Spinach with supper....another sigh!

Making a mess, is a smile. Cleaning up is a frown,
What they would give to ride their bikes into town.
 
 
 
 
 

written by John Dear