Ah, childhood...
In an azure ocean
Of warm memories
Do you remember burying at sea-
Mr. Jack-in-the-Box, Building blocks
Or that brown bear with the black button eye?
You could be a scuba diver!
Yes, you can return....
Without the gills of Imagination
You owned as a youth, though.
I often dive in too deep-
I succumb to the pressure and
Softly cry.
But damn it!
I shouldn't of pretended
To be a pirate when I was ten!
Burying my treasures so greedily
In the coarse sands of adolescence
Hastily sailing toward
"Cars" and "Girls" and "Responsibility"
I see it now though...
Kids are the captains-
Adults swab the deck.
Poetry by Lazarus Knix
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Written on 2009-12-30 at 05:19
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A Toybox is a Sunken Chest
A toy box is a sunken chestIn an azure ocean
Of warm memories
Do you remember burying at sea-
Mr. Jack-in-the-Box, Building blocks
Or that brown bear with the black button eye?
You could be a scuba diver!
Yes, you can return....
Without the gills of Imagination
You owned as a youth, though.
I often dive in too deep-
I succumb to the pressure and
Softly cry.
But damn it!
I shouldn't of pretended
To be a pirate when I was ten!
Burying my treasures so greedily
In the coarse sands of adolescence
Hastily sailing toward
"Cars" and "Girls" and "Responsibility"
I see it now though...
Kids are the captains-
Adults swab the deck.
Poetry by Lazarus Knix
Read 620 times
Written on 2009-12-30 at 05:19
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