Old Excuses
I heard dawn's break through drowsy dreams
Its silver feet upon the roof
Eaves shiver wet, excuses spring
With murmured sounds, my reason schemes
To burrow down and doze aloof
Remembering, now, a distant place
A childhood bed, the warm embrace
to stretch my arms with no regrets
And see that place...and rainbows, yet
From crayons of time, I can't forget
I loved the rain upon the grass
Beyond the margins framed by glass.
A sense of time with mute caress,
Will find the place my soul resides
I'm still a child, and so it goes
I'll play outside in mud-drenched dress
I'll dance and play in soggy clothes
With sticky earth between my toes
My one excuse to stay in bed
to dream,....and turn my childhood loose
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