I Don'T Want

I Don’t Want I don’t want my boy to grow up, I don’t want my child to age, I don’t want his hair to thin and grey, or fear a war we wage. I don’t want for him to need a job, work each day to pay the bills, I don’t want him feeling aches and pains, I don’t want him taking pills. No need for him to feel the pain, that love and living brings. I want him to sleep late each day, and strum his guitar strings. I want my boy to stay a child, and be forever young. No care or worries about anything, just all day having fun. I don’t want to cheat him out of life, the joys of wife and children, but the worry that this life creates, makes peace of mind forbidden. I don’t want him worrying about his health, or job cuts at the office. To his heartbreaks and his tragedies, I won’t be an accomplice. I don’t want him waiting up all night, for his kids to come strolling in. I don’t want him counting the days until his retirement can begin. I don’t want him worrying about how he’ll pay, for tuition, lights and heat. I don’t want him trying to feed five mouths, with just one piece of meat. Transforming into cats and dogs, like kittens and puppies grow, everyday my boy grows taller, a trend not about to slow. His voice keeps getting deeper, too soon he’ll be a man, small hints of teenage attitude, but he still holds his daddy’s hand. c Copyright 2007