You are every child, happy and sure.
You are every child,
and in your fantasy lands a merry-go-round never stands.
Sing your songs of delight
Singing in the day light
Happy faces long and wide,
Gods of Laughter stand by your side.
In your dream there be a stream,
long and wide, and in your old age
here is where you died.
And in the hereafter a child you are, eternally,
heart so pure this is what you are.
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1995
I had an idea that the meaning "Gods children" might have some truth to it because of the similarities between infants and the elderly. So that when you die you become a child again or you go back to heaven as a child. I've long since given up this idea, but the poem is sweet.
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