the seasons tumble by
and I think
to the times when my worries
weren't knee deep
to when I last saw
innocence looking back
from the silvered plane
what would that child say
I think of him
anxious if his crush
like-liked him
or just liked him
I remember the outrage
when they changed
the Saturday morning
cartoon line up
and I want to hug him
for how much
those things meant
to him
the innocent boy in the mirror
who wanted to grow up
too quickly
and wishes he could go back
