As a child I laughed and played
In sand with trucks, was never the same
Legos and starships and die-cast cars they lay
All around the room, was always a game

Outside was bright and sunny and clear
The yard a baseball field and the fence the stands
Strike three he’s out and the fans cheer
Ready the next throw the next one more grand

As an adult I worked and worried
Eight hours a day five days a week
The project is late everyone must hurry
Quarterly review time for critique

The boss looks at me and asks for results
Why can’t you be as good as some folks?
Ignores the good and looks at the faults
A swell of emotion in me he invokes

At the end I look back at my life
Imagining the world I saw through my eyes
For there may be worry and strife
But in my mind there is no limit to the skies