The Boy in Me

If you remember a boy who rolled a hoop
           to the end of Memory Lane.
                                  I was that boy.
Who rode his bike down the steepest hill
           and followed the circus train,
Who climbed all the trees and caught all the frogs
           and played outside in the rain.
If you remember a boy who liked baseball
           and walked every part of town,
Who climbed to the highest point in the park
           and rolled or tumbled down,
                                  I was that boy.

I’m still that boy but the steepest hill
           is only a memory now.
I still like baseball and other sports
           and follow them all somehow.
I don’t catch frogs or roll a hoop
           or follow the circus train,
And I think I have more sense than I had
           and don’t play out in the rain,
                                  But I’m still that boy.