Adulting
When did childish images fade Innocence lost while memories made Time has stolen candy coated dreams And traded them for get-rich-quick schemes Grow a few feet and at what inch, Does our confidence begin to flinch? Ears grow larger but we listen less, To the sounds of the earth and more to the mess. In the mirror, no longer see A princess or a hero, I just see me. In our youth, we knew the meaning of grass The trees, and the mud all sang in tune, Alas! we were never home by noon. Adventure and romance once admired, Until responsibilities and bills were acquired Though in our growth, we learned a lot Much was gained, however, much was lost Each day that passes reminds me, we can never go back To the memories of mudded knees and mid-day snacks Is it so wrong to want to be this young? To wish for joy without getting stung? I want to go back to when life was simpler and kind When it was easier to achieve an enormous heart a