THE HOPE OF LIFE
You sail away from childhood in a blinding haste,
Looking not, at the thunderstorms, or the many
Quicksands sinking ships, or even, the little laughs and heavy mundane talks;
Instead, with GOD made binoculars, set at a million for magnification
You focus in on the fantasy lighthouse of adulthood,
Which then reminds you
Once reached— A blissful childhood
Was always the treasure sought.
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Poem (c) Daniel Joe
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