Inner Child Poem by David Ferguson
Inner Child
Old pictures in old frames,
of us and our childhood games,
old faces with no names,
and no worries in our minds.
Now we're getting old,
and worries take their hold,
lovers, friends, work and money.
But somewhere at the back of our mind,
is that inner child who makes us play,
in what what spare time we find.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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