My pockets stuffed

with memories,

I'm going in search

of yesterday,

past the streets

of recall, and

over the bridge of

long ago,

hoping to find that

child who was never

going to grow up.

When I find him I'll

tell him

how proud I am

of him,

and how he never

gave in

and never let go of

his inner child,

keeping the two of us

together,

then . . . and now.