Back To Childhood Poem by TR Jones

I wish I could go back to the days
Before I saw the world as a maze
When I would be content
Using pillows and blankets for a tent
In the front room of my house
Before I knew the significance of a spouse
Back when I didn't know how to be bored
When I could make a snake out of a cord
A car out of a box of cereal
And when I would battle the forces of the imperial
All in my very own home
Without the fear of a broken bone
Or someone laughing at me
Back when I could be so care-free
But now life has gotten way out of hand
There is no way I would understand
But now it only gets worse
Waiting for the final ride in the hearse