VERSE ONE:
acorns in nests, squirrels in bed
what joy has this day brought
what more can the morning bring
light as bright as mother's love,
fog as strong as father's trust
clear it all, and near the dusk
break the cracks in the eggs for lunch
batter the dough, mash the potatoes
beat the fat lumps, clean the breadcrumbs
cake's for breakfast, make a good one
one day out of a hundred, celebration for everyone
why, the little one's third birthday, yet he's nowhere to be seen
maybe he aged backwards and now is too tiny to boo a peak
it's peak a boo, but he's a fool, he wouldn't grasp the fact
that i'm too old to play hide and seek or catch and catch
CHORUS:
because i dream no dreams, of mine
"the eldest of three, is too old to hide"
well-equipped lies, well-practiced for dinnertime
but well-behaved, never in my life
POST-CHORUS:
i scored a goal (a shot in the dark)
it came off as my sister's
i lowered the phone (lowered my guard)
when i got called out as the winner
VERSE TWO:
dinner table laid with platters of food
my plate's too full
my hand reaches out by itself to grab another serving, i can't help it
mother swats it away, "first, eat up what you started with."
i slept right next to the refrigerator
tiptoed, across the slippery slope, to heat the leftovers
i replaced my pen with a broom
in this hazy, late afternoon
(CHORUS and POST-CHORUS)
BRIDGE:
if only we had...
a boat to row,
a dream to weave,
a dress to sew,
rich crops to grow,
the answer known,
if only you'd told...
"i love you most"
"welcome home"
and the ones you did:
"i'm sorry but no"
"when d'you go?"
shook me to my core
if it stuck out for longer
i was sure to be a goner
(CHORUS)
the eldest of three is too old to hide anymore
YOU ARE READING
CLOCKWORK.
Poetrytravel back in time with me - dedicated to the times when my heart was overflowing with love.
