Hand gentle to people [Poem]

You are an old man aging,

Do you know who is calling you?

You are resorting to being a child

A boy connecting to his sweet little heart

An innocent boy playing careless as adults are keeping him safe

A little boy who wonders of forests, planes and trains

Just innocent and easygoing playful and relaxed

Old age has set in, no need to fight or reach higher or to learn more or to think, just remaining a small little boy.

That is where we might find ourselves today.

The gentle kindness of our innocence matters to us all.

Hand gentle to people.