When I Was Young

Once I had a pirate ship
that sailed upon the sea;
but now that I look back
perhaps it was a fallen tree.

Once I had a fancy sports car,
every race I'd win.
But looking back again,
I guess it was a one-speed Schwinn.

Once I had a golden steed
that took me far away;
now I think it was a saddle
on a bale of hay.

I used to see a fairyland
where twinkling pixies flew;
but maybe they were fireflies
above the gathering dew.

Years ago, when I was young
adventures I would find.
As I explored the world,
imagination fueled my mind.

Somewhere through the years
I lost that magic quality;
now I see things as they are
and not as they could be.

To fill my life with vision
has become my solemn goal,
and once again I'll find
that little child in my soul.