Saturday, June 12, 2010

Little Boy That Was

Little boy that was
Now looks into the mirror
Little boy once graced
No longer filled with youth
But now an old mans face

Little boy that was
Years stole without a trace
Now of which have gone
Whisked at a blinding pace

Little boy that was
Is now a full grown man
Little boy that was
no longer plays pretend

Little boy that was
Is still inside this man
Little boy that was
Holds onto his hand

Although the years have gone
This man appears as old
Little boy that was

Lives deep within his soul



Kate said...

beautiful poetry and beautiful granddaughter! Thanks for stopping by my blog!!!

NeverTooOld said...

Hi Kate!! Thanks sooo much for the kind comments on both G-dot and poems. Was my pleasure and I've jumped aboard your blog as well and will check back frequently to see what you're up to. Have a great summer! said...

Beautiful words. You are SOoooooo good.

NeverTooOld said...

Thank you very much Music, but I think "so good" is a little strong, but rather as I am. Your comment is greatly appreciated, equally your visit.

CreatiKnit said...


NeverTooOld said...

Hi CreatiKnit,

Well, now you see why I'm such a trouble maker, HA!! It's that lil boy, not me, teeeheee!!

Thank You soooo much! :O)