When The Child In Me Returns Poem by Phil Soar

When the child in me returns
My age matters not

Though tired and worn, at the new moon
I could be myself again

Making up things
A childish spirit brings adventures

Though I may seem incapable
The child in me suggests otherwise

And so on cold days
I do not feel the need to dress for the weather

Though later I suffer
At the time, my heart beats faster

Young again, nothing is so important
That I need to stop

Laughter returns amidst my madness
I break the rules

My mind wanders to places I love
Deep in the the soul

There are no thoughts of crisis
No harm can come of the foolishness

Except to those who don't understand
The feeling of childishness

SO I look forward to when the child returns in me
Where age matters not