The Children's Circus

If only I could step back in time where the innocence that lay in childhood displayed everything imagined that it could. I could escape the reality that was tough dream of life, better things and stuff than the arguing so strong in parental love gone wrong. If only my father had loved my mother now and again in place of the elsewhere pleasures he sought to spend perhaps the image of childhood wrought would be more pleasant then this life had bought. Soon enough they would realize too late life doesn't wait for those who hesitate and loving who you are with was the greatest of all gifts. Tears of children too often fell recalled sad stories they should forget as well a father and his wandering eye a mother with three babes, they cried and one more waiting in the wings none of which could any joy bring and when the circus came to town the parents often played the fools and clowns.. Children though are wondrous little things holding to fantasies waiting in the wings the sun, the moon, the stars stole away from the human scars and the circus of elephants and clowns brought laughter shared all around, a momentary pause for parents to withdraw their claws. Gone now those days when children grow and no longer play, the circus too fades and disappears the ringmaster removes his hat to shed a tear. and all grown up the child now sees life isn't as easy as it appeared to be and parents long ago had parted ways sad enough holding on to the memories that stay.