Night Time Reflections

I am an eight year old boy lying in bed Lying awake, alone and waiting Car headlights dance as reflected light on my bedroom walls These light patterns tell me stories Of life before cars, when highway men rode Of stage coaches and inns giving safe refuge When travelling to London from Leeds took days The equivalent today of a slow ferry ship Risking Somali sea pirates Kidnapping crew and passengers for ransom The stage coach sailed the pot-holed highways Only travelling during the day Stopping and staying at an inn at night Unlike modern cars with their headlights so bright Cars night driving, headlights reflecting light Bringing my parents home to me