As a child,
I yearned for adulthood,
Wore my fathers robe,
Walked, talked and acted as a man would,
And they considered me old.
Now as the man emerges from the child I once was,
I am scared of what the future holds,
A blessing or a curse?
Am now afraid of going down that road.
How soon did this come,
A little longer please for I'm not prepared.
Linger a while, I missed out on childhood fun.
Halt a moment, I don't want that chequered.
I want to dance and sing under the rain,
Build castles on wet sand,
Play king and flaunt in my reign,
Do pranks with my little rouges band.
How foolish of me to call those play childish,
What else could they have been?
Yet mere thoughts of me running bare foot on sand I brandish
And my toys how stupid of me to put them in the bin.
I gaze at the smile of children playing,
I close my eyes to recall it on mine,
But memory finds its foreign,
If only I could feel it just one time.
I look into their eyes,
And from them I see innocence glittering like stars,
How safe they feel in their fairy tale,
Adulthood linger a while for I missed the essence of been a child
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah yes, childhood is magical and it never fully leaves our psyche. Nice poem, Kelly
Thanks kelly Kurt for your comment its gladly appreciated