I thirst…
so, to the kitchen, I ran;
and in there working
was the kindest of man.
He smiled and asked
what it was that
I sought.
Why, water, of course,
to the fight the thirst
I fought.
You look twelve when you smile,
unto me said he.
The words fell from his lips
with such tenderness and glee,
but, unbeknownst to this man
twelve never smiled back at me.
So with those sweet words,
to my soul came a call.
I thank you dear man
for the sweet complement you gave.
It granted me the chance
to smile at such a young age.