My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
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My head spins round and round on high
As I command this drunken flight
But once, long ago, I too would sigh
At rainbows in the sky’s delight
Yet now I am a pilot, inebriated
No longer just a dreaming youth
My life is filled with joys that are debated
As I soar through the clouds, uncouth
But even as I stumble through the air
I cannot help but feel a sense of cheer
For though I am a man now, impaired
The child in me is still very near
So let me fly, despite my state
For in this moment, I am free
And when I grow old, let me relate
The tales of my wild youth, with glee
Thanks for sharing your poem. With your permission I’d like to put it on a future “Today’s Poem post.” If you agree, email me at ray.brese@gmail.com Let me know how you want it attributed. Have a great day. Ray
My head spins round and round on high
As I command this drunken flight
But once, long ago, I too would sigh
At rainbows in the sky’s delight
Yet now I am a pilot, inebriated
No longer just a dreaming youth
My life is filled with joys that are debated
As I soar through the clouds, uncouth
But even as I stumble through the air
I cannot help but feel a sense of cheer
For though I am a man now, impaired
The child in me is still very near
So let me fly, despite my state
For in this moment, I am free
And when I grow old, let me relate
The tales of my wild youth, with glee
Thanks for sharing your poem. With your permission I’d like to put it on a future “Today’s Poem post.” If you agree, email me at ray.brese@gmail.com Let me know how you want it attributed. Have a great day. Ray
Yes, of course. I have emailed you. Thank you!