I miss the me that I once was.
Not a care in the world
Other than if peas would be hidden
In the tuna casserole again.
I miss the ignorance that I once had.
Believing Mom when she said
The frog that lived under the porch didn’t die,
He’d just hopped on the southbound train.
I miss fantasies, and endless play.
Run Sheep Run, Mother May I,
King of the Mountain, Hide-n-Seek,
And yes, dear, even Button Button.
I miss the warm Summer nights
When it was safe to sleep
In the backyard with my friends.
Giggling at everything and nothing.
I miss believing that life would
Be carefree and happy forever.
And goodness would
Always overcome evil.
Yet I am older and wiser now.
And where’s the fun in that?
I would rather be young and foolish.
Trusting and unafraid.
But then I would have to give up
All the good things and people in my life.
Unfeel all the happy times.
Forget the lessons I’ve learned.
Maybe I should just stop
Paying attention to the news
And accept the me
That I am now...
But I would still like to sleep
In the backyard with my friends
And just for a little while pretend
The world isn’t falling apart.
(Written after a particularly awful news day.)
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