I never wonder what happened
To the child I used to be
He simply grew up
And became the man I call me
But whatever happened
To all the butterflies he use to chase
And all the grassy hills
That used to scratch his back
While he watched elephants and tigers
Float across the sky
In a cotton candy race
What happened
To all those warm winter days
And all those double feature cowboys
Who rode across the popcorn dark
From noon to four on Saturdays
What happened
To all those Tarzans
Who had to promise his mother
They wouldn’t get
Grass stains on his jeans
And all those white sheet ghosts and Goblins who ate all that candy
On the day after Halloween
Did they grow up too
Or did they die
All those elephants
And goblins and butterflies
I know I wanted to be
A grown man someday
But it still seems a terrible price
For a little boy to pay
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Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
Reviewed on January 11, 2004
This took me into vortices of memories, and it was a pleasant ride! The older I get, the faster it goes and even though I end up in different places, the 'warp' is familiar, because I go through it constantly with my children.... Kind of like experiencing what they are momentarily experiencing, through the vehicle of my own memories... Now does that make sense?!
Anyway, Larry, this was a very well written piece that I enjoyed very much!
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Anyway, Larry, this was a very well written piece that I enjoyed very much!
I often wonder the same things.
-James