Macaroni Dreams

Through innocent eyes

so brown and wide

I glance upon the construction paper

(now as pale as your memory)

at which pieces still remain

(more so than my heart)

reminiscing of those days so long, long ago

just three words (barely)

there's still some which is stuck

(nothing lasts forever)

back then it never seemed

one day my peter pan

would come to grow up

and forget those macaroni dreams.

© 2007 Magnus Thomasson