The Child Inside

Infancy tested his feet.

Standing on uncertain legs, he threw his head back

and giggled as he gazed up at the sky.

In naive arrogance he vowed to touch it one day,

and began strutting down the narrow path.

He stumbled along the way, and became sidetracked.

Losing his head, fighting a war to preserve

scattered pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

A war more idiotic than Vietnam.

One only a headless horseman would entertain;

because if he had a head, he would have eyes

and be able to see, the puzzle didn't contain

interlocking pieces.

Hammer and pound as he might

to force the pieces to intertwine,

the picture that stared back

at his sightless, headless, head

was incomprehensible.

Looking deep within, for that child inside

who giggled and dreamed with energy and pride

he knows it's too late to even touch a cloud.

That child inside has withered and died

and in his place, a wizened old man resides.

Reviews

[Chris]

"nieve"? "it's to late" - too?

Quite the real story.

[Cyndy Robinson]

Thank you so much!