Free Cee Nursery Crimes
NURSERY CRIMES
There once was a time of simple pleasures
Like hop-scotch, marbles and electric trains
Hop-scotch turned into scotch on the rocks
When I got drunk enough to realize what adulthood ordains
Childhood led to my becoming a hood
I held a lot of adoration for adolescence
My youth was an era of hopes and dreams
And faith formed of fact was at its essence
Stealing kisses in the kitchen became blatant thievery
I played spin-the-bottle until I spun out of control
Jumping roped changed into being at the end of my rope
And a host of sins that seeped deep in my soul
I recall when nursery rhymes first became rhetoric
And when reality dashed the dreams to which I once clung
Now, at sixty-four, I have only one regret
And that is the fact that I didn’t die young
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Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2012
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