| 
						
						
						 
 
						Second Childhood by Robert William Service 
						
						When I go on my morning walk,           Because I'm mild, If I be in the mood to talk           I choose a child. I'd rather prattle with a lass           Of tender age Than converse in the high-brow class           With college sage.
  I love the touch of silken hand           That softly clings; In old of age I understand           Life's little things. I love the lisp of tiny tongue           And trusting eyes; These are the joys that keep me young           As daylight dies.
  For as to second childhood I           Draw gently near, With happy heart I see the why           Children are dear. So wise Professor, go your way,--           I am beguiled To wistful loving by the gay           Laugh of a child.						 
						
						
						
						
						 |