To feel what as freely cool blows
Open-topped drive, the hair through.
All the while this bold say to life:
'Care we little where leads you'.
Nothing in my beat, irretrievable
That takes to treks, as something
Exiled of its own volition
Ever dispirits, within
A life is not lived once
But many times over
In the memory.
Perusal of which read
That gaze, once turned
Smiles upon me forever.
Those eyes, once burned
As the stars never go out.
I know this fun, leap-frogging
From child to child enthused.
Infectious as laughter - which sound
Goes on tickling round and round.