Quatrain of Light Patter
Sigh
There is no light patter on
the floor, no giggling
with sweet
delight,
All my children have grown
up, they are no
longer babies
alight.
I shall always miss those
days when the
family was so
childly,
Getting old is for beginners,
for the rest of us ,
life is taken
mildly.
Yorktown Disciple
Sigh
There is no light patter on
the floor, no giggling
with sweet
delight,
All my children have grown
up, they are no
longer babies
alight.
I shall always miss those
days when the
family was so
childly,
Getting old is for beginners,
for the rest of us ,
life is taken
mildly.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10913
I
shall
miss
those
days
shall
miss
those
days
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Quatrain of Light Patter - 10913 - Yorktown Disciple
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