The Poem Dance

~ The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word ~

December 28, 2004

Childhood Memories

Eating icecream after school
Jumping merrily in playgrounds
Wading into muddy pudles
Memories of a blissful childhood

Where thoughts pure and good
Fly around in our minds
Laughing without a care in the world
Ah, the innocence of youth

Dont you miss those days of fun?
Which our now hectic lives rob us of
Growing up takes away pleasures
Only a young child will appreciate

Stressed out and troubled
With demands of many upon us
We're expected to succeed
To excel, no matter what the cost

Childhood brings memories of happy times
Memories of fun, laughter and love
Simple things, fundemental iun life
Fast slipping out of our growing hands

Authors Note :
I miss those carefree days where all we we lived day by day, not caring about the future because we felt secure
Previously Posted/Published in : fictionpress

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