Super Powers
A child in the shopping Mall, wearing Superman kit,
leaps up with one arm in the air and tries to fly a bit.
With dreams of being bulletproof and lifting heavy things,
and all the other powers being a superhero brings.
Such innocent exuberance he'll find, as time goes on
will be replaced with other things that he will wish upon.
As years go by, no wish to fly, such talents would not be missed
so here I state the humble gifts I'd have on such a list.
To put my socks on, standing up, not falling on the bed,
remember that the doorway's low when in my garden shed.
To bend and pick things off the floor without giving off a groan
put up and close the ironing board, and do it all alone
read what's in a tin of soup without using a microscope
when shopping, use self-service tills and not look such a dope.
Mix a pack of custard that don't look like tiling grout
and thread a needle first time without my tongue hanging out.
All necessary talents as quickly the time flies
and- hang on...I've mislaid my keys-
can I have x-ray eyes?
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