Current mood: strong
a childish rhyme...
Birthday oh birthday you've come yet again
each time push me further from what I want to be: TEN
Too many years past days I'd play in the woods
building tree forts and skunk bombs for the kids in the hood
The ghosts in the graveyard getting closer each day
and I look in the mirror to find yet another hair's turned gray
The energy I once had to keep running till nightfall
the crisp clear sound of the peepers and each mother's call...
the memories bring sighs... disappointments...even tears
chasing away futile thoughts.. desperate that I could roll back these years
The comfort I find though as I sit here tonight
typing this poem by sleeping babe and night lights
Is the dreams of what someday may light up this place
the years upon years of crinkling laugh lines spread over my face...