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A Beautiful Morning<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n This morning, I saw some children waiting for the school bus\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n It is such a beautiful morning, and the children look so happy. It makes me pause for a moment and remember a time in my life when I was a child and I waited for the school bus on a morning just like this. The sun well above the horizon and summer is in the air. The dreams and anticipation of picnics, baseball games, a sandy beach on my toes, all dance in my mind this beautiful spring morning.\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n I remember this same wonderful feeling as a child when after school I would be outside with my friends and had the rest of the day to do whatever I wanted. And knowing all the while that summer vacation was near.<\/span><\/p>\n The innocence of children is quickly corrupted by the world and at some point in time we all lose the child that lived inside us \u2013 or at least it seems to me that most of us do.<\/span><\/p>\n Today, as I watch the children waiting for the bus it occurs to me that that the child inside of me never really died and that this makes me different. I think this is what makes me rebellious and unusual \u2013 some would say I can be bellicose; others say I’m weird. But I have a child\u2019s heart. That is to say, I have a soft heart. Sometimes I really do have a heart of gold.<\/span><\/p>\n When you’re living in an adult body, but you look at the world through the eyes of a child it makes for an odd stew — a strange concoction of feelings and emotions. The child struggles with the man \u2013 sometimes the child wins, and then sometimes the man wins too.<\/span><\/p>\n I don’t think I’ve ever really felt part of anything because some medical experts would say I\u2019m \u201cconflicted\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n I always feel an outcast when I\u2019m in a group of adults. Looking at these school children waiting for the bus I feel part of me wanting to run over to them, grab a baseball and a couple of bats and start choosing sides for a game of pick-up baseball in some old deserted, grassy field.<\/span><\/p>\n I can hear a distant window breaking as I hit a home run, over the street, and into Mrs. Maloney\u2019s front window. We all run away in fear that we will be discovered \u2014 but it isn\u2019t a bad fear \u2013 we are just a bunch of kids having an innocent game of baseball on a beautiful, sunny spring day.<\/span><\/p>\n My dad will make me pay for that window if I\u2019m found out. My friends though, true, and loyal, won\u2019t rat me out. I\u2019m safe if Mrs. Maloney didn\u2019t see us running away.<\/span><\/p>\n The children are smiling and laughing, I can hear their giggles \u2013 such sweet music to my ears. It touches my heart and I want to linger and watch them get aboard the school bus \u2013 but I cannot. I don\u2019t have time. The man inside me has things to do and places to go \u2013 and too much on today’s agenda to waste time on this beautiful spring morning.<\/span><\/p>\n But to be honest, I\u2019m mostly busy contemplating my innocence lost.<\/span><\/p>\n As I start to drive away, I stop. I think about things. I watch the children waiting for the school bus, and I realize that we are all children \u2013 children of the universe. We are all minute specks of starlight, flickering for a fraction of a millisecond in the unbounded dark cosmic ocean of time. We all are as meaningless and meaningful as anything and everything else. <\/span><\/p>\n We matter not at all, and we are all that matters.<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s been a good morning. summer, though a few weeks away, is floating delicately in the air; but it is still spring but rumbling headlong into summer. The decreasing slant of the sunlight, the more northerly sunsets, the leaves news and bright green and full of life as they dance in the spring breeze are all signs that summer is on its way. And it will creep in slowly, softly \u2013 and gently \u2013 so much so that I’ll have to check the calendar to make sure it really is summer. It won\u2019t be long though and the days will be hot, long, and lazy. <\/span><\/p>\n One day, in the heat of the summer I will wake as if from a dream and wonder where time has gone. Just yesterday, it seems, I walked a snowy winter path and waited for the snowdrops and crocuses and dandelions to remind me that spring was on its way. <\/span><\/p>\n And now with sweat on my brow, I sit in the shade of an old maple tree sipping an icy glass of lemonade. And wonder at the speed at which times passes.<\/span><\/p>\n Time flies faster the older I get. Seasons, which seemed to last forever when I was a child, pass so quickly now. And I realize that I am now long past the summer of my life \u2013 but the child inside me keeps drawing me back giving me teasing glimpses of what I once was. I will not go gently into that good night. My child inside won\u2019t let me. But trying to gracefully surrender the things of youth is exceedingly difficult to do -I suppose some of us never completely surrender.<\/span><\/p>\n Summer is coming \u2014 and it’s a time for being outside and a time for remembering all those wonderful summers past.\u00a0 But I won\u2019t let go of the child inside. I couldn\u2019t even if I wanted to. He\u2019s part of me and I am part of him.<\/span><\/p>\n I watch the children board the school bus and turn my eyes to the road ahead. And I sigh…<\/span><\/p>\n It is such a beautiful day.<\/span><\/p>\n The Child Inside<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n I remember long ago<\/span> I remember blazing stars<\/span> I remember memories.<\/span> I wonder where that child went<\/span> Today I\u2019ll brush myself aside<\/span> A Beautiful Morning This morning, I saw some children waiting for the school bus\u2026 It is such a beautiful morning, and the children look so happy. 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\nSnowmen standing in the snow.<\/span>
\nAnd drifting silent frozen flakes<\/span>
\nFell on the ground below.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nAnd looking up and finding Mars.<\/span>
\nAnd seeing wonder in the sky<\/span>
\nAs silent castles drifted by.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nThe soft and gentle summer breeze.<\/span>
\nThe feelings all remain inside<\/span>
\nBut I don\u2019t remember where they hide.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nThe one so happy and content?<\/span>
\nCould it really truly be<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve lost the child inside of me?<\/span><\/p>\n
\nAnd try to find that child inside.<\/span>
\nI\u2019ll make the world a better place<\/span>
\nBy putting on a child\u2019s face.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"