Running Through A Childish Age Poem by Louis Payne

Let us set off through the gates with pace,
Running at fields like joyous kids;
Then returning, telling lies to parents
About how lost we were in a world lost of trace
Or route to send us back.
We carried on and found the track
Open up our arms, busy with touch and embrace.

We didn't speak how much we fell to love that night,
Sitting down to tea that evening,
Our parents faces fill with blank disbelieving
As we chuckled and choked upon our food. Ah, the delight
In knowing the secret we kept from their world

Started a grieving for kids they new once as themselves.
It was that we knew when being excused,
How they had grown up too that evening, breathing
With time, gone old to age
And in amongst all the childish lies,
Began a gradual leaving.