Mr Timekeeper
A dusky sky becomes night as I lay here in bed. The
thoughts are Endless, as they run through my head.
I dream of sweeter days, oh, where did time go?
I want to get it back and take it in slow.
Mr. Timekeeper, could you do me a favor?
Turn back the clock, we’ll fix it later.
Back to a momma’s boy, with freckles on my nose.
When I’d chase my brothers with the water hose.
Just a little bit shy and a lot too rough.
Boy, I could cry. But man, was I tough.
I learned about life and did what was told.
Everything’s different when your 8 years’ old.
Now, I’m all grown, but really not much.
Don’t know what it means to be a grown-up.
Work keeps me busy, while I learn how to fly.
By no means perfect, but I gotta try.
Until then, I think I’ll reminisce.
On the childhood days’ that seemed better than this.
Mr. Timekeeper, could you do me a favor?
Turn back the clock, we’ll fix it later.
Back to a green-eyed boy, with a two-foot smile.
Making daddy proud when I read my bible.
Jesus held me tight; 'Til waves began crashing.
The cancer took form, like dark clouds come storming.
A Brother lost the fight. Levi, I prayed for more time.
An Innocent soul gone, by natures foulest crime.
I learned about life and tried to be bold.
But, It’s hard to understand, at 8-years-old.
Mr. Timekeeper, I need no more favors.
Cause now I remember, how time passed me over.
The day Levi died, the joy was lost to me.
A teary-eyed boy, dried his tears on times sleeve.
Buried but not forgotten, that pain is inside me.
It looks like a brother, with his heart still in pieces.
I may be grown, but not all that much.
I’m just a child, who’s body grew up.
I still fear tomorrow and what it will bring.
Yesterday pains me, with the sad song it sings.
Mr. Timekeeper, where can I look?
To find that old joy, the grave swallowed up?
I’ve learned about life and how it is cold.
I thought it'd be different, at 8 years old.
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Jonah Guinn
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