Wishing

Would I were a child again
before the claws of time
tore away my innocence
made happiness a crime
 
Good friends I loved have left me
to keep appointments in the sky
and when you become
the last to leave
your world begins to die
 
The trees outside my window
have shed their leaves once more
as another fearful winter
is darkening the door
 
Pale memories of summer
will not warm the chill
When I was a child
I never felt this ill
 
My energy is broken
frail heart beyond repair
when once I climbed
in leaps and bounds
to conquer every stair
 
Now you wheel me to the window
and feed me with a spoon
while I dream of jumping up
and flying to the moon
 
I hear whispers on the wind
growing louder day by day
How they beckon from the stars:
Are you coming out
to play?