#100poeticanswers 93: Who You Are, My Friend?

This sunny enquiry was made of my friend Gaby by a three year old.

You’re three, and everybody is your friend:

You fire precision sunbeams from your face

Nobody can resist you in the end

Your optimism is a state of grace.

Each stranger’s strangeness is a new delight

There’s nobody you do not want to love 

And I would like to say that you are right

Though you’ll learn something different, soon enough.

For there are people who will let you down

And there are people who will cause alarm

And there are people who will make you frown

And there are people who will do you harm.

The love you bear the world won’t always fit

But still, I hope you keep a little bit.