The Once Dead Boy - Revised

The Once Dead Boy - Revised Once upon a time there lived a little boy Who filled his mother’s heart with boundless joy. This sweet young lad was pure as snow Spreading goodness and kindness like seeds that grow. People couldn’t help but notice his eyes Always shining brightly and looking up high. He laughed and smiled from dawn to days end; Never spoke a bad word and couldn’t count all his friends. Boys and girls and grownups galore; Everybody loved him until he laughed no more. While riding his bike on a warm, spring day A car rounded a corner and took him away. But he never saw it coming and floated so high Watching his dear mother weep, wail and cry. “Why God, why God, why God me? Why not another boy from across the sea?” She cursed, fumed, begged and pleaded But all her pain went quite unheeded. Meanwhile the child just set his sights On a place he knew beyond the light Shining down from high above With the pull so strong of pure, deep love. As he traveled wide and went so far Beyond the blue and past the stars; Galaxies were toys just hanging there Like a baby’s mobile in the cool night air. While time stood still and truth became dreams And he knew the answers to everything From Aristotle to the age of space And found himself without a trace; While still connected to his mother’s mind, awakening From his coma in the nick of time. While the doctors said he was surely dead For a while, who knows for certain? (It’s a fine line between here and gone And drawing the final curtain). The moral of the story is the boy survived Because no one knows the difference Between dead and alive.