Nostalgic Trips to Childhood: A Poem
What is a reward and gain
of growing into this full size
if we keep longing so in vain
for younger age and its highs.
It was great to be that child
chasing butterflies, feeling free
with fantasy alive, crazy and wild
as playful as only kids could ever be.
Now we play our adult games
being stuck at designated place
enclosed within our limiting frames
with a wrinkled spirit, just like our face.
Secretly we sometimes make this trip
in our minds -- for that's all we could
now too old for those ropes to skip
and just lost in our dreamy mood.
But again it feels great
imitating that youthful mind
like passing through magic gate
nostalgic for that kid that we left behind.
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