Childhoods They've Never Left Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Chances not to take to escape away,
From a routine way of life.
And those associated with it.
Has a way of permanently creating,
An accepted stagnation.
That remains to stay on one's mind.
Like moss that grows to be found on trees.

Chances to take to escape away,
To experience life to live in another atmosphere...
Broadens an understanding to comprehend,
Others do live beyond set limits.
Without kept pettiness or beliefs restricted,
To childhoods they've never left.
Or on a daily basis repeatedly revisit.

It is the leaving of a routine,
Many aging discover difficult to do.

And seldom do those with experienced lives,
Will sit and listen or become surprised,
Upon returning to learn...
The ones with child-like minds,
Are still where they are in these times...
That have left them behind to find...
Not one mind amongst them is an adult.