Let's Play

So long removed from that sandbox,

I find myself wearing dress socks.

Sometimes my eye still wanders back

upon a day so void of black.

My soul aches hard, yes for those days;

Where trees and clouds held long my gaze.

But shake it off and back to task;

Those memories dissolve so fast.

I have too much upon my plate,

too much to spend upon this date.

I can’t forget to cross my T’s,

No time to yield to inner pleas.

A voice so strong and yet so sweet,

Maybe there is some time to meet.

I am so beat from chasing wind;

A squeezed out orange, no juice to lend.

So, what do I have left to lose?

I might as well just hear his views.

I wonder what he just might say…

His voice is clear, “Come on, let’s play.”