At Being A Boy...
In the late afternoon my daydreams
So peacefully ease
To grandma's hands, interlaced with my fingers
On wings unguarded
My childhood lingers...
Sweet smells of morning bacon
Take me away
Into pulchritude's paintbrushes and remembrances
That I smile through memories thickness
And pleasure myself with the tickles
Of my youth in all its whimsy
Still, the dream-like expression
On my face in the mirror
Does not lie, but so reverently malingers
In the catacombs of my belief system
And through that same
Peaceful ease
I awaken to the happy notion
That I am alive
So happy that I am not
In some sepulcher
But still dancing in my solitude
And still smiling
At the miracles
Of my youth,
Oh happy joy
Had I
At being a boy,
So I smile,
A secret smile,
Relieved,
At my own joyous,
Recollection...
Tony Taylor
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Wow tony a super sentimental write. wonderfully penned!
Thanx DARKLY!!.....gosh girlfriend....you're on here so much it's hard to keep up with all your positive feedback....thanxΒ so much for this!!.......smiles........T xoΒ Β ?Β
I got you....excellent Write
Thanx SIR LORRIS!!......smiles.......T xo.Β ?
And I also smile at your recollection....You carved this well...I liked as it flowed...I love the picture you used...LOVE and ROCKETS!!
Thanx so much ROSE!!....... such a lovely comment........ love your ink my friend.........hugs-n-high fives!!....... big smiles.........T xo.Β ?
Hi Tony Lovely memories to treasureΒ
from your childhood Thank you for sharing them
such a pleasure to read
Written Beautifully as alwaysΒ
Love n hugs Debs xo
Thanx DEBS!!....here'sΒ some highΒ fives and some gratefulness......appreciate the ink my friend....,,..stay groovy!!.......smiles.......T xoΒ Β ?
My Dear Brother Poet Tony,
The "Peter Pan Syndrome" is a wonderful way to stay young. Β Always keep that "Little Boy" alive inside you, for these are always the glory years, when life was so easy, protected from the world's woes by our Parents and Grandparents. Β Our lives were as carousels, which we rode on every day, reaching for those "brass rings".
Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx