It is a great mystery to me.

 

To dress up and pretend I'm someone else

 

This logic I do not see.

 

 

 

To be a pirate, a princess or a pumpkin man

 

Is great fun when you are young,

 

But eventually I can no longer pretend

 

And those fantasy days are done.

 

 

 

I must accept just who I am 

 

And that's a very hard thing to do.

 

Halloween allows me to escape for the night

 

And pretend I am someone new.

 

 

 

A pirate, a princess or a pumpkin 

 

And great fun, I know, this would be,

 

But tomorrow will dawn and the fantasy is gone

 

And I'll still be the same old me.

 

 

©Sue McCollum