Last Few Months

Last few months
I did many things,
Last few months
I ran wild;
My smile was returned to me,
As I once more became a child.

Last few months
I ate a little less,
Last few months
I lost weight;
When my queue had ended,
I again began to wait.

Last few months
I ran a lot,
Last few months
I danced in the rain;
My life was hurled from a catapult,
As I lost where I was meant to gain.

Last few months
I felt no scare,
Last few months
I met peace;
My heaven now belonged to me God,
Like the pond belongs to the Big Fish.

Last few months
I ran into a lot of money,
Last few months
I didn’t have to borrow;
To own myself a kingdom of joy,
I embraced a wee bit of sorrow.

Last few months
I wrote a lot,
Last few months
I embraced hope;
Everything went smooth, as I played the Hero,
Of my long cherished dream, my hand-written bioscope.

And that bioscope’s still on,
In theatres that showcase amateurs;
It plays to packed houses every Sunday,
My pantomime and a gala of moth-eaten caricatures.