Going Back
I dreamed I was a boy once more
and the world was still a wonder.
Each day's sights opened a door
whence the rain, why the thunder?
Under rocks I spied fuzzy things
that scattered at my intrusion.
Brown and grey, some with wings
they seemed a frightful illusion.
I thought grown-ups were all wise
they had the answers for every quiz.
Out of my dream it was a surprise
learning they didn't know all that is.
I hope I dream that dream once more
to live again in a world of wonder.
There's certain to be more in store
of spies, lies, and pirated plunder.
(One of my old poems)
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2021
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