Little Boy Inside Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

What would I like to be
If I ever should grow up?
To leave behind my boyish ways,
And drink from a grown man’s cup?

Where shall I finally settle down,
And whom must I impress?
Are there goals that I could set
To insure my happiness?

Oh little boy inside of me,
Are there dreams that fill my mind,
Above the station I will hold,
Or made true with passing time?

Will a little lad sit on my knee
Hearing tales of yesterday’s?
Shall he believe a word of it?
For I’m him in many ways!

Does the baby girl I’ll rock,
As she burps on my shoulder towel,
Think of me as her protector?
Or a playmate mooing like a cow?

You grit your teeth and snap at me
“All men are just alike! ”
We are nothing more than giant boys!
Is this somehow not right?

I never feel like growing up.
You saw this when we met.
That awestruck boy, not man in me,
How could you dear, forget?

It was not till I knew your love,
That I understood the master plan.
I shall always be that little boy,
That you turned into this man!