The final stage is in range.
The blood, sweat, and tears
were sincere. The highs
and lows that I felt
were never in vain.
I push off the shore into
the final stage. My boat
floats without resistance
toward a solitary island
in the distance. Onward,
I go: it’s coming to a close.
The final stage is where
I must be. There’s a final
boss that I must beat.
The last, final stage
will be the best one
I will have played
in this fateful game.
Be a kid for as long
as you can. Don’t grow up.
Be a kid; dream big dreams.
Some say, “don’t kid yourself”
Some are not kids themselves.
Tell me – you won’t grow up.
Be a kid. Be a squid. Be a lid.
Be anything you want to be
before life really begins.
Be an actor – a ballplayer.
Be an astronaut -a farmer.
Be a president – a politician.
Be what you want to be.
Be free, and don’t grow up
because having youth
beats being a grown-up.
Be anything you want to be:
a person your kid self
would be excited to meet.
Every minute feels faster and faster
As the days often disappear
During times of disaster,
Year after year.
Nothing can stop this train
No matter the resistance
And nobody forsees this pain
Or what creates this distance.
My story may change
due to time and its power
But my story, I must tame
and write this hour.
The story remains unwritten,
But words still spring on the page
As writer’s block subsides,
I set my stage.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 