So busy hurrying along,

Simple pleasures lost and gone.

Forgotten toys,

broken and gone.

Same question all along.

Can we play,

and have some fun?

Can we laugh,

Jump and run?

Whimsy competes

with hope and dream,

Pushing us to all that we can be.

Weary and tired,

as life draws us to the bone

leaving us looking for

Relief and joy.