My youthful joy was spent laughing at
knock knock jokes, creating bodily sounds,
and licking chocolate from wooden spoons.
I was never told that I came into this world
with a measure of joy,be sure to use it wisely.
My last half measure of happiness was wasted
on early love affairs with wrong choices.
I try to create happiness at this stage of my
life, the recipes never come out right.
Knowing what I know now would I have
rationed my joy to last a lifetime?
I believe I would have squandered it all
on the pleasures of childhood; ticklings,
feel of ice cream on my tongue, a lady bug
perched on my finger tip.
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