I’d change my shoes coming in off the street.
I’d touch the lives of those I’ll never meet.

I’d have the mind of a child, even in my old age;
I’d be tender like youth, yet wise like a sage.

I’d hang up my sweater in a closet by the door.
I wouldn’t lie to the kids, but I’d still reassure.

I wouldn’t worry about what’s cool, just about what’s right,
and know I changed the world when I lie down each night…

…if I could be like Fred.