DM Babbit Poet Rhyme

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.

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