18 December, 2007

CHILD'S PLAY

The air is clearer
My body lighter
Every day
I get to hail
Ways of my play

Dirty elbows
The bruises' rainbow
Wash away
So the pain
Never remains

So careless an age
Good not to be sage

And one morning
You wake up
And it's no longer
A child's play

Getting stronger
Growing bolder
Laugh or cry
Or tell a lie
Hard to decide

The only nuisance
Can be the off chance
One will learn
How to yearn
Oh what a burn

Hold on to the game
It won't be the same

Cause one morning
You will wake up
And it's no longer
A child's play