Always like kids we love to live
they are a golden streak in our lives
when wives are busy doing elsewhere
kids alone come to our rescue
they love uncles and aunts
mischievous ones like me and you
Soft flowers in a garden lawn
we all adore
we love to sing a song
they are our emeralds for life
till kids become a bit older
they bid us good bye
a tear comes in our eye
True at 18 all kids go away
now have different arenas
in which to engage and play
different livelier partners any way
Ah! as we become decrepit and old
still to those grown up ones
we always remain sold
As grown up ones they still appear to us
as olden days flowers of yellow marigold
Tulips now they are in anothers' fold
and as you say okay hold
but for us kids they are never old
at any age they remain kids
for us even when our bodies
are about to get down six feet cold
Our love remains for kids untold
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Great theme...
Loving the kids, I am fortunate enough to have a bunch of grand nephews and nieces that are all under the eighteen age. Same for the grandchildren. Our family still has numerous get-togethers where all the adults engage in some play and some of it with the youngest ones. They are indeed, the treasure of our lives. I am curious as to why, you make forced rhymes and ignore the ones that are right there in front of you. Like [ fold-hold] being forced and the natural [lives and wives.] But it is your work... As I said; I do like the theme. ~ Gee.
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My Dear Geezer Poet Sir
I compose poems
at the drop of a hat
whatever words then come to my mind
I enter
later on advice of guys like ye
I ponder
forced was it
then I surrender
and modify to please
one two or three
not unlike Lovedly
I adopt suggestions freely.
Thanks Gee
now I know
you all read me
Iriz
This one
yes
then please redo
enter fresh comments
that should do
coming from you