every little thing
was a big deal
An ice cream cone
could make my day
A new toy could
entertain me for ages
A small compliment
could define who i was
When i was small
nothing substantial
amounted to much
A house was nothing
but the place i slept
A car was nothing
but a way around
A job was nothing
but a tiny chore
When i was small
everything made sense
or didn't matter
The sky was blue
and i could play
If i skinned my knee
i could finish playing
before i got a bandaid
When i was small
everything was close
everything was within reach
My friends were
only a phone call away
My dreams were only
a wish or an extra chore away
My every delight
was at the edge of my fingertips
When i was small
i'd dream big
and live small
i'd play hard
and work playfully
The bigger i got
the smaller all those little things seemed to be
as everything substantial amounted to much more
and less and less made sense but more and more mattered
until it all seemed so far away and out of my reach
and my dreams diminished
and life was too big
and it was too hard to play
and there was so much serious work to do
And I had grown out of everything that used to fit so nicely
And I had wished that I could've remembered what it was like
When I was small
I guess sometimes less is more
and more is sometimes less
i should have learned
to grow with greater gratitude
and not just increased magnitude
I should have appreciated what i'd known
When I was small
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