Dance the dance steps
From when I was small
I just remembered
I didn’t dance at all
Partly sunny Cloudy outside
A terrifying terrific ride
Diminutive diminished
Left larger than Life
Cut me with a knife
Pare away the extra heft
To find just a breeze left
Light the flames
From when I was small
To find I wasn’t so hot after all
Aperitif appetite
Tongues delight
To see
What may have become of me
I see wide open spaces
In My hand
All of the aces
Wanda Swim Strunk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-back-kid/
