Second Childhood by Robert William Service

When I go on my morning walk,

Because I'm mild,

If I be in the mood to talk

I choose a child.

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I'd rather prattle with a lass

Of tender age

Than converse in the high-brow class

With college sage.

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I love the touch of silken hand

That softly clings;

In old of age I understand

Life's little things

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I love the lisp of tiny tongue

And trusting eyes;

These are the joys that keep me young

As daylight dies.

For as to second childhood I

Draw gently near,

With happy heart I see the why

Children are so dear

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So wish professor, go your way,

I am beguiled

To wistful loving by the gay

Laughter of a child.