Reminiscence

Old Man and Child- Domenico Ghirlandaio
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Yellow balloons in the country-fair

Magnetize the child’s big bright eyes,

A sharp smile and a popping eye,

Engulfed by the colorful stare.

Old man, he too looked at them,

Yellow balloons in the sky,

His thirsty pallid eyes cry,

For the life left beside the frame.

Little child peeps inside a jar,

Full of scrumptious candied chew,

Chooses with little fingers, one or few,

His soul feels complete so far.

The old man too, gazes at them,

Despondently, over his supple cheek,

As they tantalize, playing hide n’ seek,

His wrinkled memories awaken.

There’s a man in every small hearts,

And there’s a child in every one of us.

This poem is linked to Carry On Tuesday and the prompt is the first few words from a Halloween quote by Robert Brault 'There is a child in every one of us'.