Seeking Childlike
I look back through the clutter and confusion of growing old
And realize… I never heard a ticking clock… When life was ageless
So I beg time to stop… So I can go there again… And see things
Only a child can see… Before the noise of wrinkled skin becomes the end
My mind is lost in an apple tree… Eating… Climbing… Swinging
Sin does not exist… Fear is still in the future… The world is humor
Every motion… Every skip… Every jump… Was just because
Toes itching to be baptized in creek bottom mud…Just because
Fishing my life away… With so much of nothing to say
Just chasing my next smile… Not knowing the word denial
Whistling and singing… As I weeded the garden… Eating peas
No concern… Of destiny… Of who I was meant to be… Of greed
Just day after day of fantasy… Of laughter… When nothing mattered
I want to live in a place where the noise of a ticking clock cannot be heard
Where songbirds are heard… As Angels whisper… Nothing matters
I look back through the clutter and confusion of growing old
And realize… I never heard a ticking clock… When life was ageless
Eyes That Attract Lightning-
Texas style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
