Beloved Boy

Who are you as you sing and as you play?

Do you live for summertime as your days go away?

What’s it all about, you don’t know yet.

Do you care, no, not you, you bet.

You spin on roundabouts and slide on slides,

see that bird, how smooth he glides.

Your future lies before you, golden haze.

May you have many, many happy days.

Tich Ennis

10th April, 2016

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