VIII
Denying Pinocchio Nose
My name is Pinocchio
And I am a wooden toy
Made from the carpenter Gepetto
In a moment of joy.
I want to remain a toy,
I don’t want to become a boy
Anymore, because I can bring laughter
But also wisdom to people who begun to whisper
That my story can’t be changed.
This could be arranged
If only you would agree
That you loved me
More as a wooden doll.
My adventures touched your soul
When you were a child.
You smiled
When I lied and my nose grew,
You were happy when I managed to get through
Troubles and adventures
That you’ll always remember.
I’m just the sun in September
Not always shining, as far as I remember
Bur remaining warm and really living
And bringing wisdom to people that are cheating.
So I want to remain a wooden boy,
Be useful and bring joy
To children but also to you woman or men,
Who knew sun in life but also the rain.