Grown-Up Soul

There's a place where you dare not go
There's a time for forget
There's a door in the home of childhood

And it's locked
And the key long lost
There are dolls inside
and their song
even now taints you grown-up soul

You can peer through the misted glass
You can muse on the past
but your child cannot change perspective

For the door
is forever closed
there are dolls inside
and their poetry
even now feeds your soul

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.