Child and the Man
My child speaks of dragons with a sense of awe and fear
Steaming breath and flaming tongues festoon his mind's frontier
I've not the heart to tell him, that dragons are not real
Insistent he remains, consumed with fire and zeal
My child talks with puppies as though they understand
They lick and laugh and share their tales and hold each other's hands
But I’m grown up, so now I know that dogs just cannot talk
Yet still my child chatters on, lost in his own thoughts
My child draws a scribble and to him it's grandest kings
How silly this, a child’s mind, who cannot know these things
Though his heart is wild, he lives in la-la land
Soon enough he'll learn the truth: that life just ain't that grand
My child told me once that his bear would tuck him in
I laughed a quiet laugh at a child's little whims
When once he’s grown, how great the day when he will fin’ly see,
That kings and dragons must all fall away, to be old and bland like me
From In The Sandbox - Poetry for the Child at Heart.
Steaming breath and flaming tongues festoon his mind's frontier
I've not the heart to tell him, that dragons are not real
Insistent he remains, consumed with fire and zeal
My child talks with puppies as though they understand
They lick and laugh and share their tales and hold each other's hands
But I’m grown up, so now I know that dogs just cannot talk
Yet still my child chatters on, lost in his own thoughts
My child draws a scribble and to him it's grandest kings
How silly this, a child’s mind, who cannot know these things
Though his heart is wild, he lives in la-la land
Soon enough he'll learn the truth: that life just ain't that grand
My child told me once that his bear would tuck him in
I laughed a quiet laugh at a child's little whims
When once he’s grown, how great the day when he will fin’ly see,
That kings and dragons must all fall away, to be old and bland like me
From In The Sandbox - Poetry for the Child at Heart.