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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Second Childhood

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (3623 reads)
When I go on my morning walk...

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.

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