Childhood Poem by Amelia Evelyn White

Childhood was a time
Of being carefree;
Laughing, playing,
No cares, no worries.
To grow up there was no hurry.

Never having to be laden
With a mortgage or paying a bill,
Just rope jumping, doll playing
Or climbing a hill.

You were bathed, groomed and dressed.
And if your hair was nappy
You got it pressed.

Then at night fall
You were put to bed,
Other than a nightmare
You had nothing to dread.

Sometimes I wish I was a child again,
But it'll never happen
Much to my chagrin.

But I'm grateful for being alive
And able to work from nine to five.
Don't worry, be happy
The songwriter said;
Go to work, go to church
Go home, go to bed.

Follow this routine from day to day,
Add to it charity and forget not to pray.
Make someone happy; do a good deed or two,
Stay out of trouble and the Lord will see you through.

Then one day when you've grown old and gray
And now this place you can no longer stay;
And it's your turn to climb up the ladder,
You'll appreciate that nothing else really mattered.

To leave all your cares and worries behind,
Seems like capturing childhood one more time.