Logic

Some things I did not understand
At precious kindergarden age
However life was far from bland
Despite that oh so tender stage

I wondered why the rain would not
Beat down tornado lifted house
Not letting it far from its spot
The power of that wind to douse

However that does not make sense
And was not very practical
But then I was a little dense
As well as so nonsensical

I guessed when I was young some things
Were difficult to understand
Like dusky spooky evenings
Nostalgic pretty wonderland

The sun had been another cause
For me of varied wonderment
A fantasy of thoughtful pause
with ideas which were different

I thought that power for the sun
Was from a great big plug in back
A rather strange phenomenon
Because a back up it would lack

Such simple thoughts of my childhood
Yet learning and of having friends
Around our little neighborhoods
Too blissful young for adult trends

I had some tears but laughter too
Was all a part of my young life
But sadly later would be due
More than my share of painful strife

It could have been called bittersweet
My oh so slightly troubled youth
Occasioned with a little treat
And taught I ought to tell the truth

I could have had my fun alone
Though with the gang it was more fun
Which as a group we did condone
And satisfied to merely run