Joy of Boy

Oh, what joy to be a boy

Carefree as the wind that sweeps

Through the woodland while he sleeps

Oh, what bliss sweet boyhood is

Laughter’s magnum opus rings

From sand-castle’s freckled kings

Oh, what worth fills boyish mirth

Treasure without greed or guile

Cheers the mother’s frazzled smile

Oh, what vim composes him

Ambling through blue dream-land’s lake

Leaving love-songs in his wake

World of lost socks, building blocks

Master Mischief's time-out sit

Makes us glad in spite of it

Oh, what joy is little boy

Grappling with life’s yes and no

Manhood’s predecessor, oh

© Janet Martin