Growing Up

We use our feet to touch the stars
We swing our feet and jump to Mars
We want to be an astronaut, a vet
A doctor, to play for the Mets

We want to sit on Mommy's lap
and have her spin a tale
Want to ride on doggy
and pull on kitty's tail

But we grow up,
and see that life
isn't flying,
or jumping to Mars

There's confusion, heartbreak,
pain, sorrow,
happiness, and strife
written in the stars

So come here child,
sit on my lap, tell me of kings and queens
I'll listen to you forever, put you to sleep,
And whisper “Have sweet dreams”