Why Bother Growing Up: A Poem
What is purpose and gain
of growing into this full size
if we keep our longing in vain
for youthfulness and those highs.
It was so good to be that child
chasing butterflies and so free
with our fantasy alive and wild
happy and playful as could be.
So now we play our adult games
stuck at some designated place
enclosed within limiting frames
with pruned spirit just like face.
Now and then we make a trip
in our minds, that's all we can
too old for those ropes to skip
feeling as a boy, skipping man.
And it feels again so good
all free in that forbidden mind
though not more than a silly mood
nostalgic about that kid we left behind.