Who Am I? #2

“You need to write a song!” These words coming in Messenger from a nephew startled me. “Who? I don’t write songs!” I wrote back.

“Yes,” he replied. “You.” He proceeded to give me some of his reasons and suggestions.

Both he and his young son have been involved in bands and gigs. They were looking for words that my grand-nephew could put to music for his next gig at The Hard Rock Cafe in their city.

Gazing at Steve’s Facebook picture I tried to see the little boy I once knew. Yes, behind the long gray hair and the white beard I still could see a semblance of that little boy. That sweet three-years-old  boy self-consciously walking down the aisle toward Judd and me carrying a white lace pillow. That gentle little boy sitting on the porch step at Grandma’s house cradling a fluffy gray kitten. That sensitive fun-loving little boy now grown into a man.

Yes, I can write down memories and dreams laced with hope and promises. These words are for you, Steve!

Who Am I?

Just a child full of wonder

In a multi-colored world

Dancing, skipping, laughing

Life is safe, secure, and warm.

Chorus

Set me dancing, skipping, laughing

 In this multi-colored world

Lift my heart to hear the music

To the Mystery of Life.

Just a young man reaching out

To a crafty, luring world.

Testing, tasting, and still laughing

Life’s beguiling work’s begun.

Just an old man losing foothold

In a crazy, mixed-up world.

Mystified, his search is muddled

For the wonder he once knew.

Renovation, renovation

In this old decrepit soul.

Can the potter change this vessel?

Can the child be restored?

Chorus

Set me dancing, skipping, laughing

 In this multi-colored world

Lift my heart to hear the music

To the Mystery of Life.