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Children all their Lives
In our village there are two of them
a man who is always smiling
wanders streets and hitch hikes
from here to there and back
asking everyone how are you today
and we smile back, give him a lift
And there’s a woman with a pushcart
no baby in it just a bundle of
newspapers and some assorted
outdated journals. She knows everyone
and greets them all as she pushes her
cart along our streets pausing now
and then to smoke a cigarette
Sometimes in a big city, outside
a home or in a park you’ll find
a group of them, usually of small
stature and always smiling with
their small-talk faces; children all
their lives - we smile back at them
No harm disturbs their thoughts
their sleep, no jealousies, intrigues
or passions; sometimes we look
at our own faces in the mirror or
at the bitter grimacers driving joyless
cars and wish we ‘normal’ folk were
not quite so adult as we are
© Johnmichael Simon
2012
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