Seeking Childlike

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









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