I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD
There was a place, there was a child, was it real, why was he crying,
A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived, clowns on a wall.
Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends, round and round they ran,
A boy named Grover, swingsets and a dream, I walk there it seems.
A small boy, lonely in his thoughts, a dreamer of things not to be thought,
Monsters under the bed, who peeks in the window above his frightened head.?
I dreamed I was a child but who is it I be, a father’s son from yesterday,
A child trapped in a place that does not let go, cartoons and sounds of planes.
Reality was but a moment, childhood innocence and magic slips away,
Where were you little girl when my October drifted into eternity?
Imagination and ice cream trucks playing musical tunes for a dime,
Warm Summer days lost in a man’s child dreaming eyes.
It rests in cobwebs, it quietly waits for my return,
A place hidden from my mind, it watches, it knows what I have seen.