When I grow up

Do you remember being small
Standing on a chair to make you tall
Enough to reach the cookie jar
So far away it may as well have been hidden on a star?
Do you remember what it was you wanted to be
When you were all grown up and no longer knee
high to grasshopper? When you could be anything
From a doctor to a pilot or a lion trainer in the ring?
I wonder how many of us became
The type of people we played in that game?
And how many of us kept those dreams to ourselves
And boxed them away in the top most dusty shelves
To take down and open when everyone is asleep
And imagine what we could have been if we’d just taken a leap
Of faith and dared to fail
Or blaze a star studded glittering trail
Across the sky
I fear it takes a braver woman than I


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