WISH I was only as bright as my boy, <br />Wish I could think of the things that he springs; <br />His is a wit without any alloy, <br />His are real jokes without venomous stings. <br />Laugh? When he speaks, from the tip of your toes <br />To the top of your head you will shake through and through, <br />As the soft breeze of summer oft shakes the red rose, <br />And the petals of pansies are thrilled by the dew. <br /> <br />Wish I was only as bright as my boy, <br />Wish I could think of such funny remarks, <br />His little mind is a fountain of joy, <br />Throwing off fun as an anvil sheds sparks. <br />He makes us laugh if we want to or not, <br />Never was jester of king quite so droll, <br />His are the shafts that go right to the spot, <br />His is a humor that tickles your soul. <br /> <br />None of the quips that your funny men say <br />Is equal to those that the child mind produces; <br />He has the power to drive sorrow away, <br />The flood gates of laughter he gayly unlooses. <br />Wise? As the wisest of brow wrinkled sages; <br />Quaint? As the quaintest of men on the earth; <br />Funny? Why, none of your funniest pages <br />Compare with a boy for real laughter and mirth.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boy-mind/
