Land of Never-ending Summers
the grown up world can wait a while,
there's nothing there to envy,
be a child as often as you can,
and the world won't get so heavy.
Right now, at this point in time, I really empathise with the feelings in this phrase. The world IS such a dead weight on one's shoulders.
Thanks, June. For sharing such a lovely poem. I'm voting for it, AND adding it into my library.
WELCOME TO PASSIONS!