Two boys of seven
run through fallen leaves.
Their laughter shakes the trees
They fall to their knees
with a sigh that heaves.

"Where are we going?" one asks the other.
"Space, of course!" the other exclaims.
They touch the stars together
To the edge of the universe.
They stay that way until
Mom calls them back
“Time for bed, Jack!"

Two boys of seven
race through fallen leaves on their bikes.
Their laughters ring through the nights
When they camp out next to the lights
of the burning fire.

“Where are we going?” Jack chimes to the other.
“Ghost hunting, of course!” the other whispers.
They tell their stories together
And hunt down the monsters.
Until they run out of the forest
When Mom calls them back
“Time for bed, Jack!”

Two boys of seven
Sit in the house as the snow comes down.
Their laughter is muffled
When they stay up past lights out.

“Where are we going?” Jack croaks to the other.
“To bed,” the other firmly answers.
They lay in darkness
As they talk of growing up;
And of saving the day
Until Mom reminds them,
“Time for bed, Jack!”

Two boys of seven
Enter the hospital as the christmas lights twinkle.
Jack in a bed
The other by his head.
The monitor beeps as
The other boy sniffles.

“Where are you going?” The other boy mumbles.
The monitor beeps.
Jack sleeps.
The monitor ceases.
Jack sleeps.
The other boy sniffles.
As he’s taken away by Mom, he whispers,
“Time for bed, Jack…”