Can you remember what it’s like
To spread your wings and feel grown up
When I was but a tiny tyke
I learned to sip the grownup cup
And now I’m old I can’t excuse
The habits I’ve acquired since then
I wish somehow I could refuse
And to be young once more again.
Oh blessed Lord so much to see
In this new world of let’s pretend
We’ll try our best to gracious be
And hold on tight before the end !
When I was very young,you know
My special game was tell and show
There hidden ‘mongst so many things
Questions curiosity brings.
And thus I learned to query all
‘Bout wide or lean and small or tall
And always found the answer was
Like this or that or just because !
As I progressed along life’s way
I put my childish games away
Twas then that I did understand
All childhood dies in adult-land !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 