I wrote a poem

The Man Who Dared To Be A Boy

The day dawned, a sunrise fare

He must go, there are things to do.

But He stopped along the way

at the park where there were children at play

He walked out to a park bench

and sat for just awhile

flashbacks of days now gone bye

Memories of just being a little boy

He took off his shoes

no thought as to why

as he dreams of snails and shells

and long lost tales

the stories he could tell.

Forgotten shoes, it mattered not

treasures to find

no two of a kind, hidden behind a rock

or washed upon the shore.

He stepped into the frigid water

a spirit with daring grace

he felt no cold.

For boyhood thoughts filled his heart.

While diamonds glittered and danced

past water's edge

Dreams of snails and shells

and long lost tales

Oh, to be that boy again.

By Dorothy Wark

May 25-2019

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Note:
I just read this over and am thinking 
I should have put in another verse
 before that last line "Oh to be that boy again"
after having the boyhood dreams,
 he comes back to reality of being a man 
who now cherishes that boyhood memory.
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I have to smile when I think back
 to something and how good it feels to
 just let myself become 'Lost In Thought'
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