Growing Up

Growing Up


First time he came my way
he had a million things to say,
he told of riches,treasure and gold
of knights and heroes; brave and bold,
of places he would often go
on his travels, to and fro.

Second time he came my way
he still had a lot to say,
he told of love and laughter
all the happy-ever afters,
he told of joy and sorrow
his many dreams of tomorrow.

Last time he came my way
he only had one thing to say,
he told me it was time to leave
and that I should not grieve,
for he was now a man
letting go to understand.