Poem:

Not long ago, I was strolling in a park,

while all around me children were playing;

I watched a little boy fall down;

Soon he was up on his feet again.

I wondered why the boy didn’t cry,

as I sat down on a bench near by;

His parents proudly watched him playing.

I watched the boy fall down again; 

This time, I thought he’d surely cry;

Instead he was up to rejoin his friends.

The falls damped not his kindled zeal

He was up again and running around ;

Moments ago when I entered the park,

I felt my dreams had fallen apart,

Now my dreams are together again –

I saw that boy and soon took heart.