As a child, I play often as I can.
I run, skip or pretend to be a band.
I fill myself with ice cream from my spoon.
As my stomach stretches, like a big balloon.
As a teen, no one knows better then me.
I often believe only what I can see.
Mom and dad have grown too old for me.
I often tell them just to let me be.
As a parent, I play from time to time.
I spend most of my time earning each dime.
I try to help my children avoid my mistakes.
Yet my advice, they often refuse to take.
As a grandparent, my play times are rare.
Itís a challenge for me to climb each stair.
I thank God for added life each new day.
As of yet, He has not called me away.
By Stanley T. Crawford