on childhood..

man with childhood wit still

find words for it nay he will



hopeless human mind in its cunning vile or

a hating heart that avenge, forgets, for

a child's reaching hand

is a magic wand



high and low tides, a child knows not

for his joy lies in breaking his tom's pot



a child thinks just once before

while we do it a lot times more

to speak the truth in terms simple

or seek the dreams, risking a wrinkle



wailing, crying his mood in wrath

leaves no stone untouched in his path



child, i want to be..

child, you do not want me to be..

child, we can let us be..

child, though we can never again be..

--12:03 pm jan 24 2009