Runs with Scissors

Ah, to live with such abandon,

Flaunting rules,

Forsaking care,

Like a child who runs with scissors

Never thinking consequence.

 

Dashing off to feats of conquest,

Flaring cape and daring-do,

Masked avenger crushing evil,

Grand toastmaster of defense.

 

Swooping in on wings of stealth,

Rescues maidens,

Saves the day,

Savors victory incognito,

Shuns the spotlight.

That’s his way.

 

Now years on years (not always kind),

This antique craft no longer flies.

Still that child who runs with scissors

Exists somewhere deep inside.