I wish life was when growing up,
Riding my ten speed Schwinn,
Playing “Home On The Range” on my yukilaly,
Laying on the grass naming clouds ...
Just like being a kid.

Now that life has grown up,
Riding my car de coup,
Listening to the still of the night,
Laying on the floor pondering …
Just like being a kid.

Tomorrows life will slow its pace,
Riding back through all my memories,
Viewing silently the days to come,
Laying in my bed of linen white …
Just like being a kid.

~ Pj ~