An age to be minus all the tricks
Conditions apply not even asterix
Making space for the authentics
Leaving out ones with the ticks
And solving even the hearty rubix
There is hope amongst the mix
To defy even the laws of physics
There is much to be of merit
For those who take no credit
Wisdom is yet in the offing
And to that there is nothing
That surpasses a little laughing
No matter all the coughing
The hiccups, the doubt, the fear
All doused by near and dear
With a splash of fiery nutrition
Comes alive a blast of intuition
Bringing with it sunny disposition
Making way for smooth transition
Whatever the constant fascination
There is tremendous innovation
For in a creative mind there lies
The supposition of lots kingwise
And therein the sighs and highs
Come in continuous cyclical sublimes
The new moments make way forever
As the universe blithely takes over
There is little in plain sight
And nothing in hind sight
For the one who looks like
Relishing the moment so wise
Of all the other adventures
Turning in is the ideal venture
To see the existing in new light
May not need all that extra might
But just a warm sunny vibe
To melt the donts into dones
Beating all the duncy dunce
In the turn of the down frown
The ocean is mighty swell fun
Let’s just take that blessed run
Instead of hiding from the sun
Bite the bullet and the gun
The child is witty though young
Even when one is highly strung
There is always the surprise sprung
By spinning the highest order rung
As the forces work their turn
A lot to yearn, even more to learn
There is that blessed noun
Never before so pronounced
To know that happiness doesn’t come
It’s there by the dozen if not some
In the hearts of every big little one
Bursting like joy with all the hum
Always Here there and everywhere
To know to not be burdened with care
There’s much to absolutely rejoice
With or without a steady voice
In the world where there’s us and them
Be here be square right in the game
I for one second all the believing
The reading for seeing and hearing
In the sights that surround us all
Summer, winter, autumn and fall
The beauty the world is creating
Is happy, lovely, clear and freeing
As the noise quietens in the mind
There is more chance of being kind
And no more to the horrors blind
Happily to the joys forever entwined
Simplicity, alacrity, ease and relatability
May just be the best of any ability
To possess and be of possession
Better than any steely imposition
Wind in the face, sun in the eyes
Clearly swapped by joy sublime
The possibilities are truly endless
However careful or overly reckless
The future tenses are oft yet to be
They beckon however menacingly
Can be bent to form quite trustingly
With merry unthought accordingly
For Home’s not a place it’s a feeling
No matter what we may be grieving
Nothings a miss and life’s a bliss
At the subtle swing of thirty six.