A Message to Peter

When I was young,
All was what it seemed.
But now it’s a place,
I only see in my dreams.
It’s not in a box,
Nor stored tightly away.
It’s bright imagination.
It’s childhood at play.
I do miss the days
When war was a game
And no children cared
About the money or fame.
But I do look ahead
to a future too dim.
I can’t see through the fog
But that’s a good thing.
Life is a fairground.
It’s a funhouse of thrills.
A rollercoaster ride
Full of scares and chills.
But that’s all the fun,
Regardless of past.
Despite growing up,
Childhood will last.