In My Fleeting Short Youth

In My Fleeting Short Youth

I want to go back to my childhood home
Visit with my friends, read a book all alone
Crash on my bike, put band aids my face
I want to do it all again

There’s the feeling you get when you lose a loose tooth,
When the root dissolves dropping it out without blood,
And you feel that fresh feeling on your gums’ empty place,
I want to return to back then

There was fighting with brothers, I did not have a sis,
Contemplating which girl in my class I’d first kiss,
Being asked by my Mom at dinner to say grace,
In the fleeting short youth of back when

I’m not five, I’m not four, now I’m old, fifty-four,
I worry ‘bout money, buying things at the store
Yet I look in the mirror, see still there is a trace
Of the kid who’s still in me,
  named Ken