-The Childhood Picture-

The simpler days of playing in the dirt
Being barefoot, not worrying about your skirt

How good they were, but we didn't know
Between doing what we're told and a firefly's glow

The freedom at that age to be outdoors
To learn from big brothers and crawl on all fours

Scraped knees and tangled hair
Mom would bandage you up and always take care

Always trying to grow up, make our own rules and be free
But how we want to go back, draw with chalk and climb a tree

A lesson learned too late as the next ones run around
Now I know what Peter Pan was all about

Leslie Jordan