They Look Nice….

He’s three years old

at least

And to touch means

everything

His head is level

with the coffee counter

Choc bars and lolly pops

within his fingertips

His eyes wide open

He’s a boy, so resistance

is absolutely futile

As he picks his lolly of

choice

A lick and into the mouth

Then changes his mind

Spies the cakes and the mysterious

bits

Hums, they look nice….

Childhood!

While everybody else

is oblivious

By

Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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