Do you remember yourself way back when balloons made you giddy with excitement? Do you remember how it was so hard to pick the perfect colour when eventually pop it would go and sometimes bring you to tears? As an adult, I love chasing down a balloon man. The image looks so simple and joyful in a stressful and busy world. It almost makes you slow down. Walk down my street with me and meet The Balloon Man.
The Balloon Man
From the dim street light he emerged
With a pop of colours
Pink, Red and Green
Walking down with the balloons
He’s here to bring some joy
On that ordinary day
When a balloon means as much as the sky
He walks on
For someone to holler
Call out for that balloon
A little girl asks her Papa
For the blue one that she sees
The balloon man smiles and waves it at her
Her happiness twinkles in her eyes
She shouts with glee as the string touches her palm
Then her Papa hands a few rupees to him
He smiles and pockets his earning
For his little one who’s sick needs it
More than the wondrous balloons in his hand
That will pop any second
He walks on and
Hopes to sell all the bobbing balloons in his hand that day
The balloon man who sells joy for a rupee
Sweet November! Just like a balloon giving joy for a fleeting moment I know November will breeze by but not without some colorful memories and moments, some hues of soft blues, pretty pinks, bright yellows, quirky purples and soothing greens to float through your day like you were the balloon man holding the balloons that will make up your days.
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