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| The Bogeyman Under My Bed © Copyright George Papavgeris, October 2002 based on a dearly-held belief of mine that the bogeyman of our childhood never goes away; but simply mutates to become all our anxieties and fears as we grow older. I've known him well for many years, As long as I remember. I certainly recall him being There when I was three. All day he'd lie quietly Behind my plastic soldiers And in the middle of the night He'd come looking for me. And only if I used the sheet To cover me completely, And if I held my breath for long Enough, he'd go away. But all along I knew that He would come again tomorrow. The bogeyman under my bed Has never missed a day. I hoped to see the last of him Some day as I grew older; At least that's what my mother and My father promised me. Instead of disappearing though, The bogeyman grew bolder And took it on himself to find New things to frighten me. And as I conquered each new fear, A greater one he'd bring me: The fear of failure at exams Or losing all my friends. He seemed to know my weaknesses And all my hidden secrets; Against the bogey's tactics there Was simply no defence. I set up house on my own, He came inside my luggage And worried me about my job And if I'd get a girl. Each time I had a small success He'd spoil the happy moment When it was least convenient New fears he would unfurl. And when at last I took a wife I thought that he would leave me As a responsible adult I'd surely see him through. But that, alas, was not to be And worse, he's got a friend now For underneath our double bed The bogeys now are two. With time the children came and When they asked about the bogey I had to lie and tell them That there was nothing there. While I was staying up all night Thinking about their future And one by one the bogeyman To grey turned my hair. Although I've never seen him, now He even comes in daylight And everywhere I go he always Seems to follow me. But a surprise I have for him At last I'll get my own back: For when it's time to go below I'm taking him with me. CHORUS And if I'm older now And really should know better, Yet all my fears and doubts Will never let me be. For when the lights are out I know he'll come to get me. The bogeyman under my bed Has grown along with me. |
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