I see the children running door-to-door,
The night is dark and the yellow moon full
Ghosts, wizards and zombies with faces of gore
Run ahead, their parents bored hands they pull
Candy explodes from pillowcase sacks
Fireworks boom and teenagers laugh
Have they no costumes, but the shirts on their backs?
By 10, the amount of people reduces by half
Stray parents and their kids lead the way home
As monsters and goblins will come out tonight
Their magic and mystery, in the air it will roam
And witches will fly high on their brooms like kites
As the last child climbs into bed with each rung
I wonder if I had ever been so carefree and young.