Midnight Sun

This poem is very much based on a poem which I have heard. It greatly applied to my life so I decided to remake the poem in my own version. I do not know the author or the name of the poem I derived the idea from, but I give great thanks to him. Enjoy.

My grandpa use to tell me, if you go out in the middle of the night,
and look way, way , way out into the sky,
you may see the sun rise.

And when its quiet enough outside,
if you took a bag out at night,
you might catch a snipe.

I always thought my grandpa was right,
those jokes are what made my childhood nice,
and I would wait to see the sun rise at night,
and hoping that one day I would catch that snipe.

But my imagination just died one day,
I figured the sun only rise in the day,
I guess the snipes must have all ran away,
or was it time to start work and stop play.

I really loved and miss those younger times,
when I had my growing childhood mind,
where possibility did not need to be defined,
where imagination could not be confined.

I guess now that everything must die,
from childhood to our everyday lives,
as you get older you mind will run dry,
these rivers wont flow, no matter how much you cry.

But for some reason I decided to go out one night,
and just for some fun I looked into the sky,
I mean way, way, way, out into the sky.

And I swear I saw the sun rise.