Childhood

When time was time to never stop to fill our minds with what we forgot To bring the pictures into our head of the time before the lay of bed The time of timelessness of the never still When the watchers sat near of the window sill and the youthlings jumped, flipped and would holler I won't go to bed until you slip in a dollar The watchers would stubborn and keep up their hopes the youthling would not fulfill the unethical jokes The youthling less yeared though would not stumble to the watchers horror he kept on the rumble The watch had no choice but to give up this war for he was weak the work of day making him sore They lead to bed to slowly refresh what the work of day left in their head The youthling slipping losing his grip, falling to the unknown to make a new trips The watcher watching watching the sight sighed a great heave of pure delight The time before bed when the lay of head was so far away a very small dread The time of timelessness when any thing was possible all you had to do was lay down your head and dream of the impossible