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Hmmm, Rene. You say you have lotsa irons in the fire, but here's another 'alone' poem. I'd say you're subconscious is taking a wider view of life. That's good.

The general structure of the poem is a bit too obvious - rather like some of mine (see "Static Electricity"). I liike the general idea a lot, and the last line set apart is a definite zinger - actually 'makes' the poem. I can think of 2 ways to go here: 1) Combine the first 3 stanzas into 1 and change tenses. This offers flexibility.
2) Leave as is structurally, but tighten the language, reducing the verbs. Ex: Toddlers skip through fields / green clover / clasped hands / joy-glowed eyes.

Hope this helps. You've got a good thought here.

Alcuin