A Kid At Heart

He sits on the stoop
in his old rocking chair.
he sits with the same sad stare.
wishing he was a kid again,
with his long blond hair.
But now its bald and covered with a hat.
as he sits on the stoop,
in his old rocking chair.
watching the kids play games,
as he did, when he was a kid.
To run and play tag, and stick ball once again.
he would pay through the nose for that one last grin.
but he cant thats not how it works there..
so he sits  on his stoop, in his old rocking chair.
wishing he was a kid once again
with that that sad, sad stare