Healthy minds come in all kinds.
The butcher, the baker, the candle stick maker
all row together or sink below the sea at best,
or wander earth’s oceans without rest.
Too much anxiety, too little propensity
to throw out life preservers for everyone,
it is clear, makes enemies where there are none.
Children’s rhymes are true for all times.
Those who think they have left behind
childhood are out of their minds.
Forever childlike is my goal .
It is the only way to assure I stay whole.
annarino writes 