Children dream of growing up fast
Focused on future, forgetting the past.
Wishfully thinking, days go slow
Blind to the breeze and trees that bow.
While jumping rope and climbing walls
Thinking: “Someday I’ll be big and tall.”
Just like parents and pilots that fly
Children want to reach up and touch the sky.
Now ever so gently, lay me down to rest
Praying for strength to do my best.
To make it one more grown-up day
Right here, where I once hoped I’d play.
Dancing in the rain again
Laughing wildly with family and friends.
Such a fleeting, immeasurable time ago was I
Merely a twinkle in someone’s eye.
Here today and gone the morrow
Bitter sweet life’s joys and sorrows.
Oh to be so young once more
And glad to finally close that door.
Reflecting back in a mirror’s gaze
Life is shorter than a pin-knife blade.