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Peter Lyon
Poems
Dec 2013
The Child
As a child I knew nothing
and needed even less,
content with being happy
but 'growing up' required me to digress.
I took life as a challenge
chose myself an aim,
let the goals laid out for me
become the rules of the game.
Years of living like this
distraction and reward,
suddenly I realised
I was cold, alone and bored.
My knuckles white and fingers raw
from trying to hold on,
to the rules I made as a child
but the reasons were long gone.
But whose choice is it
what I see, I want and need,
the thought that these are 'my' desires
could be called the root of greed.
So I spent years on this journey
back into my head,
to find the child I left behind
hoping he wasn't dead.
In a dream one night I found him
he laughed when he saw I forgot,
that logic was emotional
and that love was not.
So in ways I give back
what my fear took away,
to see as I grow stronger
there's nothing but today.
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Peter Lyon
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