I wonder what it is like
For kids to laugh and play,
And unreservedly scream and shout
At the top of their little lungs,
As they race each other to a finish line.
To be so carefree and without worry—
Remind me what that is like,
To be childlike in an unfair world
Of little mercies and great horrors.
Will you humour me with this dance,
Under the heat of the summer sun,
So I may relive such whimsical wonders?
You would put an ice cube down my shirt
And I would chase you down with the garden hose.
For I miss such silly things in the sun.
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