Chasing Bubbles
Out in the sunshine bright and fair
Where childish feet without a care
Skipped and ran, and laughter shrieked
While chasing bubbles down the street
To rosy lips, one soapy puff, was just enough
To set them loose. And one by one, into the air
They sailed like rainbows, frail and fair
To where, I wonder where? Oh where?
Where, oh where, do bubbles go…?
Where, oh where, does childhood go?
When simple things, could make us laugh
Could take one day, and make it last?
Oh, take me there, to magic land
Where scattered rainbows rise and spin
Where bubbles dance on battered winds
Before they burst, and childhood ends
Plant the child in me again...
Now those eves, when work is laid away,
And restless thoughts, and worries prey
When up the west, my woes unfold
I chase a bubble fantasy....
as if it were my pot of gold
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