Secrets

It was the best house one could ever have I had to keep it a secret I coud't tell my friends They would just use me No They were never going to find out about the swimming pool The plane Or the spaceship And especially not the elevator As I got older the house grew less and less interesting It didn't bother me I took no notice The secrets eventually faded into a bathtub, tire swing, tree house, and closet My childhood was complete Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever relive those or similar memories I miss having, and long to keep those secrets again