The Child I Used To Be

By some perchance, if I should meet The child I was, upon the street, Would she tarry for what I have to say Or from this stranger run away? So much of her I now recall But she knows not of me at all. Would she wonder why I shed this tear, My little self of yesteryear? Would she let me take her hand in mine, To solve the maze and walk the line? There is so much she could learn from me, This litle child that I used to be. I'd like to show her where to turn, Teach her the lessons she needs to learn Give her a map to find her way, This little child of yesterday. Or should I simply set her free? The little child that I used to be. By: Joyce