Beginning of the End

In a dark corner of life

Children run about

Thinking not of jobs or taxes

Curiosity (who is that?) that killed the cat

Hands so tiny yet always busy

Feet so precious always scuttling

Never managing to keep things clean

Always claiming it’s not their fault

If we could remember the tiny things

Who’s to say we can’t be children again?

Once in a while people needs breaks

To jump in the leaves your cousin rakes

To run about bare hands and feet

Not thinking about time at all

Not in an office with four white walls

Vague are the memories we have of childhood

Boring are the years of adulthood

In between adolescence remains

Alone confused, never the same

Child and adulthood rolled into one

These are the last years of true fun

I wrote this ~2001.