7 Years Old

“Are you going to come out? It’s OK”,
they ask.
Tears roll down a fat cherubs face,
7 years old,
hiding under a classroom table,
children can be so cruel.
My careers to date:
A Battenberg restaurateur.
Managing director of Jurassic Park.
A mad scientist.
A steam train driver.
Manchester United goalkeeper.
Princess Diana (with a wig improvised out of my school jumper).
Crazed enthusiasm, wild imagination,
anything is possible.
Swimming the oceans in the swimming pool,
hunting for fairies and insects in the corner of the field,
tomorrow I will be Inspector Gadget.


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