Growing Up

Those far off days from way back when My age was five, or maybe ten. No matter what, i was carefree. When i grow old what would i be, A lion tamer of renown Or maybe just a funny clown. As mountaineer, the very best. To climb and conquer Everest. Sometimes when mum did not agree, I schemed to run away to sea, And earn my keep by scrubbing decks Or diving deep to search shipwrecks. These fantasies would come and go, Much faster than the melting snow. As wizard now i waved my wand. A frog appeared beside a pond. Then deep inside a dragons den I pulled his tail, he roared and then, Breathing fire he closed his eyes. That's when i caught him by surprise, In outstretched hands i held the frog. That turned him into next doors dog. But dreams don't last like once before. Reality means much much more. It's freedom from those apron strings. Cold water and those razor stings. But growing up, sometimes it seems, It's better living childhood dreams. 8/ 19/ 2015.