Far and Away

We can still be children.
Don’t fret on facts or filing, they can wait til morning,
they can wait for us, they won’t charge on without.
We can still be children –
the moon can still be a target for us to chase after,
the stars a map of the implorably possible!
We can still be children.
You and I can still explore fields and hedgerows
with our hands and hearts,
with soil in our noses and mouths
we can taste the regret of some mistakes
and we can relish in the making of others; we can.
Don’t fret on age or adages, they will wait til morning,
if you want to, my friend, we can still be children.

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