Chasing Butterflies Poem by Shirley Harrison

When I was child I was a dreamer

and on deep reflection
that be true even today

somedays it just doesn't feel

as if I'm a grown up

when I close my eyes

it feels as if I'm still chasing butterflies

catching them in my net

ever hoping the ice cream van

will come rearing round the corner

with its magnificent music playing

from the loud speaker attached to its rooftop

even though I'm dreaming

I know which flavor I'd choose

mint chip and if I was really lucky a flake on the side

I'd be the first to admit

not having worries really was a gift as a child

not like today

many a moment I sit dreaming

of those times, those much simpler times

that as a child I couldn't have appreciated

because how was I to know?

so less complicated

so much less complicated than today

so less complicated

than being the writer of this sheet



chasing butterflies?



I'll tell you, somedays…



that's all I can do.