Little Boy Lost

 

 

Little Boy Blue,  you have lost your way

            with nary a clue, no summer’s day

will warm your shadow or chase the doubt

            it’s nothing new, the sorrowful pout….

 

So soon too old, the carefree days gone

yourself don’t scold, inward you’re drawn

            to capture that part of you once lost

            to find a new start at any cost –

 

Little Boy Lost, come take my hand

            I’ll run in the waves, and play in the sand

I’ll cheer you on as you fly your kite

            keep out of your way as you take off in flight.

 

You find what you seek and know by and by

            your truth you will speak, and softly sigh

In time peace will find you, and joy abound

            nothing will bind you, a change so profound…

 

Precious little boy, come blow your horn

            a happier lad, so fresh and reborn

Please sing your tune… such a lyrical sound !

            in the bright sunshine, you’ll soon be found.

 

 

Copyright © 2003   Amy L. Allison

 

 

 

 

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