They – that would be the children, ran with glee past the adult world hidden behind a curtain on a stage in an un-lit theater – cuz their red face smile lips, and laughter fingers pulling at cheeks, and the making of wild faces was better than anything.
Opera might come, but not for years…
They – that would be the children, built castles and feigned foreign ship battles under blankets tied and spanned between bed posts and imaginations and nor did any one of them really want to grow up and forget this or any other valor.
Drama might come, but not for years…
They – that would be the children, played daddy and mommy better than daddies and mommies played daddy and mommy, but that did not make any of them think that they were in fact The Daddies and The Mommies, none of them wished to threaten a throne.
Dis-belief might come, but not for years…
OH, and now look, the perky handsome ones are
being groomed to light up toothpaste commercials.
Boo, one of them has been canceled from your
favorite family T.V. show.
Dang, the youngest one refuses to grow and insist
she will one day entertain and refresh you with the
eternal figure of her youth.
Write each a letter or send them some people
capable of getting back to your people.
Or just go on with attending to your busy
They – that would be the children, played wizards in orchestras and the one with the longest hair shook his head back and forth like a conductor, and they each made up marquee names for who they would be in the near and not too distant future.
Trouble might come, but not for years…
They – that would be the children, rock scissored and papered all of their decisions, and their best played with the worst, and they made a salad of language, elevating the word “goofy” and making it superior to the word funny or to the mediocrity of Saturday morning comedy.
Faith might falter, but not for years…
They – that would be the children, cried and forgot tears faster than they ever someday never would, after all, a fall was something that bruised or cut a knee and never in a million years did any of them think that pain was a thing meant to be endured for forever.
Fear might conquer them, but not for years…
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