I was a strange child. 

I would flap my arms

and pretend to fly. 

 

I was a brave child. 

I would climb the roof

and play a private eye. 

 

I was a loud child. 

I would scream and shout

and let out my cry. 

 

But then a child was no longer I. 

 

The strange child became shy. 

The brave child began to comply.

The loud child began to sigh.

 

I was a child.

But then again

that child will never die.