“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.
