When I grow up
I used to say
That I couldn't wait
For that big day
When I'd be a man
Earning his pay
That was the plan
I was on my way
But had I known now
What I didn't then
I wouldn't have rushed
My boyhood's end
I'd had played awhile
A simple truth
Remained a child
Free from abuse
What did I loose?
My innocence gone
The man I'd grown
Is the man that longs
For childhood days
That I could own
Spent years away
As youth postponed
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The striped bear, Worn from hugs. Now he lies there, Discarded in between rugs. The dog eared book, Read, re read and read. Food stains all over, From reading when fed.
Distant memories of long, long ago Of summers long and winter's snow Childhood games, cubs and scouts Hating school, bullies and sprouts.
I miss my childhood so much. Childhood was when I couldn't reach the table, Then someone would pick me up.
The sunset shone a reddish gold. Upon two girls, just eight years old. They twirled and spun, they sang and danced. Lost within a youthful trance. A coffee table was their stage.
Take me back to those days. When we had no cares. Life was one big adventure. We weren't bothered by people's lingering stares. The highlight of the day was break time.
I close my eyes and I am young again, innocent and eager. Nothing but a meek girl seeking her place amidst a cruel and sinful world.
I miss the days from when I was younger, Where everyday was a new adventure, I miss the days from when I was younger, When magic was everywhere, I miss the days from when I was younger, Where long...
When I was little life just seemed more fun. Adventures to be had and games to be won. We used to play bulldog in the playground at school. Until that was, we discovered a ball.
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