A Grownupís Lament
Oh, to be a kid again,
To taste the things I used to eat.
Memories come. Cravings begin;
A gumball: What a yummy treat!
I smile just to think of it.
My grin just spreads from ear to ear.
But Iím older now by just a bit
And time goes faster by the year.
A circus tent still brings me joy.
I guess my soul ainít grown up yet.
At heart Iím still a little boy,
And Iíll always be, Iíll bet.
I still grin at a butterfly,
And see a robin as my friend.
My spirit hasnít grown so high
I canít have fun with ďletís pretend.Ē
© 2001, By R. Mark Lemmon
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