Being toddlers, all we wanted to do was grow up. But as we grow older, we crave to go back. This poem says how childhood is a springtime.
This springtime of life
Isn't it amazing ?
The carefree world
Where youngsters are not cautious about anything
Until we are fully fledged
When we start paying attention to every aspect
When life hits us
When we turn into discourteous people from impeccable beings
Until our departure from life
When nothing matters anymore
When no more chaos occurs
When people start to pay no heed to us anymore.