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Small learning hands aspire at times
To play the flute with diligence
And rosy cheeks glow warm as rhymes
Are read to bedtime innocents

The first-time glance of patterned snow
By magic dancing to the earth
The ever-constant cries to know
The mystery of life and birth

Some long to have that freshness back
That round-eyed stare in mesmery
That child's eye which sadly lacks
In seekers of false luxury

For never richer can one be
Than while a reaching sapling tree
With upward arms, to seek and know
How it is in life, one grows

And in the quest the jewels tempt
Still more stretching of the mind
Just as the toddler in the night
Seeks always one more tale to find

The gift the child unknowingly has
Is to the adult priceless
It is the talent to surpass
Life's shallowest traps and tests

Yet many elder men and women glow
With newborn clarity as they hold
The thirst for what they do not know
And respect for gains not bought or sold

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Submitted: Sunday, November 9, 2003

Last Updated: Saturday, January 3, 2004

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