I Don't Want

I Don’t WantI don’t want my boy to grow up,I don’t want my child to age,I don’t want his hair to thin and grey,or fear a war we wage.I don’t want for him to need a job,work each day to pay the bills,I don’t want him feeling aches and pains,I don’t want him taking pills. No need for him to feel the pain,that love and living brings.I want him to sleep late each day,and strum his guitar strings.I want my boy to stay a child,and be forever young.No care or worries about anything,just all day having fun. I don’t want to cheat him out of life,the joys of wife and children,but the worry that this life creates,makes peace of mind forbidden.I don’t want him worrying about his health,or job cuts at the office.To his heartbreaks and his tragedies,I won’t be an accomplice. I don’t want him waiting up all night,for his kids to come strolling in.I don’t want him counting the days until,his retirement can begin.I don’t want him worrying about how he’ll pay,for tuition, lights and heat.I don’t want him trying to feed five mouths,with just one piece of meat. Transforming into cats and dogs,like kittens and puppies grow,everyday my boy grows taller,a trend not about to slow.His voice keeps getting deeper,too soon he’ll be a man,small hints of teenage attitude,but he still holds his daddy’s hand.