Gotta squelch the inner child, for
all he wants to do is play.
Gotta tell him it’s time to work,
that I am too old for his “rebellion”
Gotta send him away, locked in the
inner room, so I can work, and be as a man.
But
I want to play with him
I want to run barefoot through the
mud
I want to see how far I can skip a stone
across the pond
I want to hop, and skip and jump for
no reason whatsoever.
I do not want to be a man!
All work and no play makes one a
boring sot
Life is short, live hard.
That is what they all say
For
I live in a serious world.
I must buy food and pay for rent
I need to “accomplish” this and
“succeed” at that
For such is my stated duty
Time is the great enemy
Before I know it, life has moved into
adulthood
Though I do not know what that means
I strive, but the path proves hard
The simple joys fade out of view
To be replaced by adult sophistication
So, with suit and tie and cramped
dress shoes
I play the part,
I act as the man
Serious and mature,
I act that role well
And, when my boss looks away
I think of my inner child and sigh
