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Second Childhood

by Robert William Service

When I go on my morning walk,

because I'm mild, if I be in the mood to talk

I choose a child.

I'd rather prattle with a lass of tender age

than converse in the high-brow class

with college sage.

I love the touch of silken hand that softly clings;

In old of age

I understand life's little things.

I love the lisp of tiny tongue and trusting eyes;

These are the joys that keep me young as daylight dies.

For as to second childhood

I draw gently near,

with happy heart I see the why

children are dear.

So wise Professor, go your way, - I am beguiled

to wistful loving by the

gay laugh of a child.