There’s nothing better than that happy-go-lucky kid feeling—
reaching for the gold ring upon the carousel sailing ‘round.
Happiness weaves in the air
ringing with childish laughter
without a worry or care.
Wipe away wrinkles with that happy-go-lucky kid smiling
an ear-to-ear grin. Why to an age are our bodies so bound?
If I pretend I’m six,
play marbles, pick-up sticks,
why can’t I . . . my life fix?
Banish all worries with that happy-go-lucky kid treat—
cotton candy, carmel apples, popcorn balls, elephant ears.
More than food, I loved clowns—
their scarlet red nose, big feet—
how laughter always sounds.
There’s nothing better than that happy-go-lucky kid feeling--
when God’s circus came to town, folks left ‘old’ lives laying around.
There were no quarrels or fights—
anxious we stayed up most nights—
talking about precious sights.
Wipe away wrinkles with that happy-go-lucky kid smiling—
never to be grim—for you know your reward . . . heaven bound.
Faith washes my face with glee—
discards all of my mis’ry.
My Father really loves me.

I skip, bounce, renewed with that happy-go-lucky kid feeling—
my Father really loves me.