Childhood - Poem by Aryaman Kakkar
Childhood is a time elderly cherish
but little toddlers hate
because of their mothers yelling,
'Come on! For school you'll be late.'
Long, long ago
childhood was in the dark.
Nowadays video games have left
on a child's mind a mark.
Childhood was ruled by obedience
But now children have no respect
for their parents forevermore
Naughtiness is a new form of childhood
running utterly free.
It can only be stopped by one
and that is me!
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