A lad’s dream
When I was a lad I was a dreamer of things I would do
I was some times a doctor, my dad says, go to it son
Go to school study hard, it takes a lot, of persistence too,
I tried all that I did, and thought, where is the fun?
Don’t I have years and years ahead? O’ I would learn
Time travels fast. The train does too, I missed the first,
Called ‘education’, just because I scorned good advice
Another soon came along, but, did I have the thirst?
Would I board it, go on to supplement my knowledge?
Am I dry enough with want to realize the work
That it will cost, for the need fortitude, patience as time
Goes on? Will all of this give me cause to shirk?
Well, here I am, at another stage of life’s game
I’ve played it well, not perfect, o’ I know, not by far
In the top of life’s echelon But I have learned a lot
I will pass it on, my wish, it will pave one’s way to a star
As I have writ, in the past, truth, in my writing, I swear
Is most important, some make believe, it is true
But isn’t a bit of wonder, like did this happen to you?
To me, I want no suspicion as: did this happen to you?
Copyright © 2010 Charles E, Frost
December 26, 2010