A gentle smile,
A ticklish stare
They can ride us
Like we do mare.
Honest at heart,trying no abusive trick,
They are the angel,whom we pick.
The eyes are mirrors,
They reflect what is true.
They stick to unique pranks,
Leaving us bewildered without a clue.
Born to rich or oh!so poor,
They let their dreams up high on a soar.
Tired as mule,
If I give up hope and dreams,
Somewhere a child in me ,
shakes me and makes me go.
A day to celebrate childhood,
Rest all to ponder,
With their enchanting spirit,
They make us gaze and wonder.
An insightful, beautifully expressed, Children Day’s poem.
Somewhere a child in me,
Shakes me and makes me go,
This is the gist of your poem. Great!