Being A Child Again

Dreamy days covered in childish fog
Even nightmares were awesome
How was I to know life is gruesome?
I wouldn't have craved to grow in such a gog
Should I run backwards down this tunnel of time
I'll climb trees and bruise my knees
Play with the hive in grandma's farm and get stung by bees
Loath a little more in ignorance and excuse from crime
If I could be a child again
I'll insist for a picture with you dad
Watch and smile how my misdemeanor drives you mad
Being a child again is a leave of absence from anger, hurt, hate and pain.
If i could be the young me again
I'll be a child fully
There will come a time when childhood's sun will wane
Then the rise of adulthood's cruelty.

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