David Harrison


Childhood Man - Poem by David Harrison

My memories of childhood
Are those I wish to ignite.
The days of wide eyed innocence
Now yesterdays lost delight.

For the little things in childhood
Would keep us so easily amused.
The adults would just stare at us
You could tell they were bemused.

With a freedom of expression
We would state what was within our hearts.
Like who’s our favourite superhero
Or just simply talking about farts.

Most days were filled with mischief
Enough to fill our hearts with glee.
Always ready with the guilty line
Which was “Honest mum it wasn’t me”.

We seemed at our happiest
In the days where imagination roams.
Like spacemen on another planet
Just round the corner from our homes.

Yet for me those days have been and gone
Look at me an adult is all you’ll see.
But if you look deep within
You’ll still find the child inside of me.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 29, 2009


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