Head Filled With Dreams : Childrens Poetry

Well when I was just a lad, what a time I had ,
kicking balls against brick walls ,
and running buck mad !
Singing songs like Queenio ,
skipping on my feet ,
Ah sure you know they were quare times nothing would beat .
I was such a happy child and so young and fit ,
I walked on my hands ,
my head was away with it .
Upside down I could walk with a head full of dreams ,
One two three red lights and
Mr Whippy's ice creams ,
Who can stop the traffic ?
Who's got the midas touch ?
My head has still got dreams .
Life hasn't changed that much .

By Paul Mc Cann