Free Cee Nursery Crimes

NURSERY CRIMES There once was a time of simple pleasures Like hop-scotch, marbles and electric trains Hop-scotch turned into scotch on the rocks When I got drunk enough to realize what adulthood ordains Childhood led to my becoming a hood I held a lot of adoration for adolescence My youth was an era of hopes and dreams And faith formed of fact was at its essence Stealing kisses in the kitchen became blatant thievery I played spin-the-bottle until I spun out of control Jumping roped changed into being at the end of my rope And a host of sins that seeped deep in my soul I recall when nursery rhymes first became rhetoric And when reality dashed the dreams to which I once clung Now, at sixty-four, I have only one regret And that is the fact that I didn’t die young © copy write 2012 …..PHREEPOEREE ~free cee!~