Diamonds

The bells of harlequin embrace
Stir deeply within the soul
And like the fond memories of childhood
Happenstance imposes strict rules
That thwart us from our silly dreams
For once in a child’s mind
All things are possible, each foe vanquishable
Each mountain a heroic challenge
Of mind over matter, handily laid at bay.
But as we grow old, our bodies aching,
We realize our victories become a little smaller
And a day of smiles beckons the heart
As we watch children play
As we squeeze a loved one’s hand,
As we greet the morning sun and blue sky.
Smaller gifts, yes, but worth more than diamonds.