I Quit Playing Myself

Once upon a time
I was a little boy
Who liked lollipops
And Ginger Roses
And now I am old
And it is time to stop.

Even about that, I don’t know
Do I remember what the Ghost
Said to Hamlet?
Am I a straw mouse
In indigo bunting?

Or am I a hummingbird,
Swift upon wings to fly
Farther than the moon,
Uplifted
By the chicanery of time.