Death of My Childhood May 28, 2012
When I was younger,
I thought I was oh, so scared.
When I was younger,
I looked to the sky and stared.
When I was younger,
I waited for this moment so long,
But that was when I was younger,
And now those days are gone.
And when I was younger,
I never thought I'd see this day.
And when I was younger,
I never thought there'd be another way.
And when I was younger,
You know, my parents told the truth:
"Don't wish your life away, son,
For at the end, the Twilight will have won."
And now, I'm in the aftermath,
Looking toward a pseudo forever,
Where just a moment ago I was a dreamer,
But now, I face my epitaph.
And now, I'm in the midst
Of a summer, frigid, yet warm,
Decaying in the sun, asunder torn,
The day is gone; my thirty year welcome worn -
'Tis the death of my childhood.
Who knows what the future brings? Strife?
Who understands the seeds of life?
Where are the ones who brought us food and beverage?
Ah! And life has found its leverage!
When do we see the people go
In a matter of speaking, in a way so slow?
Do you know? Do you care?
Does God glow? Is He really fair?
Funny I should ask; the only way in is out,
And the only way out is in.
Do you know what the people say?
Do you know what the people think?
Should I be looking toward the next day?
Should I be looking for the missing link?
What should I do? Should I care?
For at one time I grew; now I needn't even dare.
The future is an opaque old cuss.
I wonder, really, what all is the fuss?
This death to my childhood has got me in limbo.
You'd think I was a clown named Bimbo.
Death to my childhood, oh sweet melancholy,
And I won't pretend to use the childish term, "O' Golly!"
May Eleventh was a seminal day in my history,
Adding the last pages to my youthful glory.
From here on in, it's the plank for me,
As I set sail across the Uncharted Sea.
All I know is what I know,
And I'll just have to assume that with this, I'll grow.
'Tis the death of my childhood. Let it be so.
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