I was 5 once, not so long ago, it seems.

I hope to be so again, and soon!

The special things were all and every things,

And some were more so than you'd expect.

I learned of stars, and sometimes songs,

And looked at sand and had my dreams.

But I wasn't worried about passing time -

I would seem older, perhaps some day,

Some things just cannot change so much.

As a five-year old counts, the weeks and months.

I never stopped; my songs are dreaming still.

I was 5 once, not so long ago, it seems.

1/15/20