Tim Larsen


Like when I was young
I’ll pick up a ball
And play with it for an hour or two
I’ll sing a song
Not knowing the words
Only the tune
I’ll spill milk over
My shirt with every
Bite of food I take
I’ll listen to people speak
And not say a thing
Only listen

I’ll go to sleep late and
Wake up early
Knowing that sleep
Wastes time from the world
I’ll open the sliding back door
And run up my backyard hill
Just because it looked fun
And I’ll run down again
And up again
And down

And I’ll eat dirt
And love the taste
Because I haven’t been told
To keep away
And I’ll think without rules
Without knowing who to please
Without giving into needs
And exceptions and rules
Knowing who people are
Who they are
They are who they are
And I’ll be who I am
Who I am
Like when I was young
With arms wide open
Ready to reach the world
With my tongue

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, May 2, 2011

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