Like the Velveteen Rabbit
I waited for the incinerator,
infested, sickening beyond my control.
But having known love,
I was transformed.
Pinocchio wanted to be a real boy,
And every little girl wants to grow up,
To be the princess.
What I really am is Puss in Boots,
All style, all sass
Just a cat wearing trousers.
They told me to grow up,
They told me to stop being Peter Pan.
They said I’m not a rugrat anymore,
I’m not in college anymore,
and once you’re educated,
your life is moot.
You just become a function
They use the flame someone else kindled in you
To power all sorts of things-
Good and bad, wrong and right.
It’s hard to sleep at night.
No matter how many rhymes you write.
At home in your bed,
Thoughts swirling in your head.
So I decided to become like a child again.
St Paul said to put away childish things,
And become a (wo) man.
But Jesus said,
Let the children come to me.
I’m on my way, Jesus!
I don’t know where I’m going!
Help me please!
I’m not Red Riding Hood, I’m not Snow White,
but someway, somehow,
I will sleep in peace, a child again, tonight.