Little boy Little boy
Who are you
You are the young man I thought I knew
You are so like a boy
That I did know
But he did get off the track
When he did grow
He did forget the dreams
He had in his heart
He did not turn into
What was in his heart
Where he went wrong
He never found out
But as they say of old dogs
New tricks don’t turn out
But little man who is now getting old
Look back into you heart
You’re never too old
To try to make dreams turn out
To bring them alive
As long as you have your breath
Dreams can come alive
Maybe not all of them
But if you try
You can make at least some of them
So come alive
So little man I knew
Tell me what part
Where I locked up the dreams
You had in your heart
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI