Wand'ring Lost and alone Through a dense and murky wood Far from familiar shores A damp, deep weariness Pervades my soul As I search For the tell-tale signs of passage My quarry has evaded me thus far The path weaving Between the roots Of ancient, gnarled oaks I pause and wonder At the futility of my quest Might he have slipped from my grasp For good and all Ne'er to be seen again I laugh derisively The cynic rears its ugly head I must keep up hope Else why go on Steeling myself I begin to move once more I turn my thoughts To years past And a wave of bitter nostalgia Washes over me I can almost hear the faint echo Of their singing The high pitched Tra-la-la As they went gaily on their way I can hear his voice in the lead See his blue skin And white beard A tear rolls down my cheek I sink to my knees I cry out Papa Smurf! Where are you? But, alas, there is no reply And so I journey on In search of all I've lost Knowing deep inside That it can never be again.
Written 5/22/06. A paean on lost youth and innocence composed in answer to a request from a friend to write a poem about Smurfs.