The Child Still Plays (My First Attempt At A Villanelle Poem)

The child still plays,

enjoying fun time,

fixed is his gaze.


In joyous spirit he stays,

making much of new toys,

the child still plays.


New games that are learned,

new times of great joys,

fixed is his gaze.


Boredom of old the child did raze,

inventing different types of ways,

the child still plays.


All who witness it praise,

seeing all the new toys,

fixed is his gaze.


Through the elaborate maze,

of fun in discovery,

the child still plays,

fixed is his gaze.

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