Always accept a child's gift
Keep it safely by your side
For you never really know
When time will turn the tide
Sour-sobs; growing golden
In the glorious noonday sun
Tiny snail shells; bleached
Gathered with so much fun
A clump of fresh green moss
Collected upon your precious walk
Watch the growing smiles cross
Their features as they laugh; talk
Open up your sandy pockets
Though humble and curious honey
These treasured gifts; like lockets
Are worth so much than money...
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