A Roll In The Mud

A roll in the mud

For me in the rain,

There is

Mud sticking on my head,

Face and allover;

No longer tense

I feel so very free;

My childhood revived

Surprisingly,

There is no one to whip me.

No one to punish me

What am I to do?

Where are they who scolded me?

They made me feel needed,

That comforted me,

Filled me with pride;

Who would need me now, tell me!