once upon a time

INFANT IN ME

The infant in me knows no sorrow.
I have only my tomorrows, no worries
Hiding in my mind the thoughts I have yet to
Know, my dreams are held in my mothers arms.


Walking, standing, even balance beyond my control.
Yet I know that will happen. I shall walk, run,
stand alone when I have lost the infant in me.
No hurry to get those worries, gonna roll
down many a long road. When I lose
the happy child, the infant in me.
I'll be running, running out of control.

Grown out of that infant mind. Now I have
the sorrows of growing into adulthood, wishing
I was holding on tight to my mothers arms again.
My sorrows dealt with, grown old in body, but
The strength of me will always be,
the infant in me.



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