At Age Three Poem by Ruth Gordon

I had wanted to run
I wanted to play
Just to have fun
Would make my day

No worry no care
Nothing hanging in the air

Oh the beauty of being three
Laughing with mischievous insanity
Never knowing the woe
That I caused when saying no

Sunlight, rippling laughter and glowing eyes
Never knowing the difference between truth and lies

Oh in my mind I fought with it:
What is a secret?
With another candle being blown out
I finally learnt to doubt