Clever Fool

Sit, you lad, upon a gate
Imagine it's a mule,
Faster faster, ride it straight
Oh, you clever fool.

If only you had a watch
You could ignore the setting sun,
As your sister plays hop-scotch
In a time when childhood was fun.

Time, when the world was more
Than the dreams you mistook,
When everything was to explore,
Not just pictures in a book.

I am sorry sweet child,
The mule is limping lame,
Nothing short of being wild
Can play a part in your game.

Sit, you lad, upon my gate,
I wish I could swing by your side,
But, my son, it is now too late
To love you now I've died.

Poor old man, tired in your bed
Dreaming of a life so cruel,
But you play as a child instead,
Oh, you clever fool.

© RJVHorton 2015