In The End

when we were little kids
we used to jump up and down
like we were at the top of the world
sure that no worries could reach us

the world was our stage
welcoming us with open arms
eager were we to make our print
letting the world know that we were there

as we grew older
those moments faded
like a battered copy of yesterdays paper
having eyes only for the new

the world was still our stage
but its arms no longer seemed welcoming
scared to make our first move
afraid for what would happen in the end

disappointment or relief

by dondum
posted on 03/09/2008