The Little Boy

The child looked up, with eyes so bright!
Like limpid pools of soft brown light.
The old man stood, and waited for,
A sign! A signal!
What was in store for
The little boy with eyes so bright.

The bond between the old and young,
Knew no boundaries as yet unsung.
For that brief time of sheer delight,
The world stood still to capture,
The magic of the moment,
Of the little boy with eyes so bright.

by Dorothy Pimblett

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