Dancing In Circles

Never get so old that you forget how to dance in a circle,
Or pretend to fly, with arms outstretch.
Never get so old that you forget that bright yellow always smells like sunshine
or that rain scents the air before it falls.
Never get so old in your head that your heart forgets to jump for joy.
Never grow so hard and stiff that you forget that your heart can melt like honey
when love is present.
Never get so old that you forget how to dance in a circle.
~p.s lockwood~