Being a child,
with adventures everyday,
building high spirits,
making a new mind grow.
Mysteries peak holding small trinkets,
what to do,
how to play,
imagination goes wild with wonders!
It's when adults break childish habits,
the day they turn old,
the day maturity is placed before them,
to wipe play time and lay down the rules.
But,
inside do children really change?
Can they truly jump to one age,
to the very next?
Adults know better then to change a child so quick,
style,
behavior,
don't let them forget themselves,
and the person they wish to be.
every moment, we try to kill the child in us... society calls it culture! that child only showers words to you when you await for writing a small piece pf poetry!
it was wonderful. Being a child is may be a dream but i guess your poem was true. beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being a child is fun, carefree, and sincere. I wish we could always keep it alive and vocal inside us and make this world a play ground where there are rules, not commands Thanks for sharing