Childhood Days Poem by Ben Littlechild

Let me tell you of years gone by
Eternal summers playing under bright blue skies
To cold winters with men with charcoal for eyes.
From the first day I walked adventures ensued
Around every corner, something new

I began to grow

As the world grew smaller, unlike me
The imagined worlds I invented ceased to be.
No longer games of heroic wars, or dragons to slay.
|time to learn, no time for play.
To days of school hood fears, and adolescent tears.

I grew

Into the man you see,
From those days in the sun, and the loss of innocent fun.
To responsibility, childhood dreams a whimsy of youth.
Reality holds firm, nothing but the truth
Looking to the future, and the path ahead.

I still grow