Reflecting Back

Children dream of growing up fast Focused on future, forgetting the past. Wishfully thinking, days go slow Blind to the breeze and trees that bow. While jumping rope and climbing walls Thinking: “Someday I’ll be big and tall.” Just like parents and pilots that fly Children want to reach up and touch the sky. Now ever so gently, lay me down to rest Praying for strength to do my best. To make it one more grown-up day Right here, where I once hoped I’d play. Dancing in the rain again Laughing wildly with family and friends. Such a fleeting, immeasurable time ago was I Merely a twinkle in someone’s eye. Here today and gone the morrow Bitter sweet life’s joys and sorrows. Oh to be so young once more And glad to finally close that door. Reflecting back in a mirror’s gaze Life is shorter than a pin-knife blade.