If Ever I Must Grow Up

If ever I must grow up,
Who will I finally be?
You may say I’m not a pup
And I need not wait to see.

But despite those bygone years,
I still visit youth in dreams.
When fog of memory clears,
Little time has passed, it seems.

I yet wish I could believe
In many fantastic things:
Peace and love, the tales I weave,
Simple fixes from magic rings.

You too, grandkids, will grow old
And learn much along your way.
But to some dreams try to hold --
Remember it’s fun to play.