A Child Outside
I sit and watch a child outside my window
An air of innocence is on display
Life is new to him, he has not felt yet
Things within his mind that cause dismay
The jubilance of youth is overwhelming
Everything he sees he must explore
Adventure lurks around each hidden corner
Nothing is too little to ignore
Expressions on his face greet each new treasure
Validated by his youthful smile
Then off again to solve another mystery
His attention held by each but a short while
It seems that as I watch, the child grows older
The magic of his world begins to wane
Reality becomes his new companion
His boyish flights will not return again
I sit and watch a child outside my window
But I am not sure that is what I see
I think that what I view is a reflection
The memories of the child that once was me
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
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