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Like to Play

Posted on Oct 18, 2020 by in Poetry |

Like to Play

But the dream is long gone
And the one that I’ve in my life
Can’t seem to get it right
I think I might be losing my mind
Is that his baby, I just can’t tell
I think I’m losing his baby
He just can’t see it
It’s just that his baby
Like his life seems to be a dream
And the one that I’ve in my life
Can’t seem to get it right
I think I might be losing my mind
I think I’m losing my mind
If his touch is bad
It’s just that his baby, he’s just so good
Like to play
And his eyes are like
A candle for us youth
And he reminds us of yesterday
So our dreams come alive whenever
We reach for a shoulder to cry in.


The dream may be long gone, but we should have gratitude for the simple moments in our day. Play is something that should take more of our time — moments of joy that we should celebrate.