Throw-Back Thursday!

Day Dreamer - one of my earliest, childish poems

Thoughtfully thinking his thoughts a loud,

His head always seems to be in the clouds.

Whether he’s fighting a dragon made of the sun,

Or telling the stars to say what he has done.

That boy has been born to live as a dreamer,

Filling his life with his thoughtful demeanor.

Filling the world with ideas and good measure,

Opening eyes to see the true treasures.

He has been a great spy undercover,

He has scavenged new lands for mysterious discovers.

He’s met up with Walt Disney and had a nice chat,

He has spent all his money on buying a new hat.

This boy has done it all, and yet there’s still more.

Like time travel, book reading, writing a score!

He never gets bored wherever he is,

He always ends the day with a smiling “I did….”

A satisfied “I did” that makes him sleep well,

You’d think that that boy was under a spell.

Dreaming and pondering of what he will do next,

Making a list that I swear never ends.

I admire that boy, his head full thoughts,

So caught up with things I defiantly forgot,

Forgot what life is, forgot how to think,

Before I know it life will be gone in a blink.

So I remind myself of that day dreaming boy,

He keeps me on my toes as I smile with great joy.