Lost Childhood, poem from April 2009

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Lost Childhood

Can We Go Out to Play?

Do you want to go out to play?
Not today, is what we heard him say.

 

 

 

Again and again, it is has been said...
Not today, I need to go to bed.

Time and again, an opportunity it is lost.
Missing a little here, a little there, but at what cost?

Don't you wish you could hear those words once again?
Please can't we go out today, before it the rain.

Closing your eyes, you look back into the past.
Soon you'll hear those words again. But it'll not last.
Just an echo in time, fading too fast.

 

 

"Please can't we go out to play...?"
Just once this day?

 

 

So tired, so weary.
Life it has passed in a fury.

Wanting only to be done.
At last knowing you have won.

 

 

 

Done at last.
Thinking you'll play at last.



Turning around you see the time is past.
Time reminds you once again of a long ago cast.

 

 

 

Too soon, too soon.
You remember it was you.

"Can't we go out to play today?"
No, not today, again you hear these words in dismay.

Time and struggles have worn your life thin.
Tired and worn, all you want to do is go in.

What you wanted then you could not have, it's true.
Working now for more has left you blue.

If only you could have saved...
If only your life had not been hard paved.
Perhaps you wonder now, too late, what if you had chanced to live in a cave.

So many bills due, all the time.
Working, working, working, all the time.
Money so short, bills so high it should be a crime.

Never a chance to play.
Never a chance to just go away.
Because at work you must stay.

Perhaps in heaven you'll play.
But you'll not play in this world it's true, but perhaps someday.

Today, you'll work it's true, working all the live long day.
Too tired to go out and play.



Too soon, the child that was you will remember why inside you now stay.
Too tired to go out, too tired to work another day.