Rejuvenated
In the midnight hour
The silent glow of a flower
Lights its world bright
And gives its life a fight
To become what a small boy wanted
But the rest of the world left him haunted
And he never grew big and strong
He turned away, all went wrong
And to this day his life is hell
Until a young man rings a bell
Which makes him happy and gay
And gives his youth another day
They walk together, hand in hand
And nothing possibly is much more grand
They lived happily ever more
And never so joyful ever before
This poem is copyright 2002 Mouser, to whom comments may be sent.
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