Some deem I'm gentle, some I'm kind: <br />It may be so,--I cannot say. <br />I know I have a simple mind <br />And see things in a simple way; <br />And like a child I love to play. <br /> <br />I love to toy with pretty words <br />And syllable them into rhyme; <br />To make them sing like sunny birds <br />In happy droves with silver chime, <br />In dulcet groves in summer time. <br /> <br />I pray, with hair more white than grey, <br />And second childhood coming on, <br />That yet with wonderment I may <br />See life as in its lucent dawn, <br />And be by beauty so beguiled <br /> I'll sing as sings a child.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/second-childhood/
