Barefooted I once wandered 'round,
Twinkling smiles over-all,
To look at me, through aging eyes,
And lift their spirits,
Children-, wise.
My bouncing hops and childish dreams,
Not long forgotten, haunt me,
This very day, they share my birth,
With those who brought me,
To this world, daunt-lessly.
With life-infected young ones,
Lie so close; heart-warming.
Spilling their will to live around,
For one deseased,
whose death unfound.
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