As a child, I play often as I can.

I run, skip or pretend to be a band.

I fill myself with ice cream from my spoon.

As my stomach stretches, like a big balloon.

As a teen, no one knows better then me.

I often believe only what I can see.

Mom and dad have grown too old for me.

I often tell them just to let me be.

As a parent, I play from time to time.

I spend most of my time earning each dime.

I try to help my children avoid my mistakes.

Yet my advice, they often refuse to take.

As a grandparent, my play times are rare.

It’s a challenge for me to climb each stair.

I thank God for added life each new day.

As of yet, He has not called me away.

By Stanley T. Crawford

Copyright 2003