Red Rover, Red Rover, send Missy on over. <br />I hear the cries on the playground of my childhood, but many years ago my childhood was over. <br />Red Rover, Red Rover send age to make me older. <br />I feel with age that wisdom makes me sober. <br />I hear the orders of youth recalling. <br />I'm falling and falling into the abyss and stalling. <br />As I hear the cries of childhood. <br />Let it be always understood. <br />Red Rover, Red Rover send death away forever more. <br />But alas as a line in a song once asked; What is forever for? <br />I do not know the answer moreover. <br />So, Red Rover, Red Rover this poem is now over!<br /><br />Nichole Kaci McKnight<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-rover-red-rover/
