SECOND CHILDHOOD

I hope everyone rejoices in echoes of their childhood now and again...

Let me play my games, my darling

like I long-time did,

and be a choo-choo train awhile

like a little kid,

or maybe ring a tingle-bell

on a jerking bus,

let me play my games, sweet lover,

for the two of us.

There's growing up, my sweetheart,

before life's begun

growing older by the moment,

a race to be run,

and remind me, my soul-mate,

as I'm dreaming, tossed,

inform me when I wake up

races can be lost.