I was young, like you, you know - It doesn't seem so long ago - I laughed and danced, lithe and free, And climbed the Jacaranda tree. Just like you, I also knew A child's ecstacy, When I thought God had wrought No-one else like me. I loved the painted story books, The fairies in the glen, And all the things of childhood That were important then. On the brink of adulthood, I stood once, like you, Waiting in the wings of life To make a grand debut. Growing up brings tears AND joy, For part of man is always boy, And, in every adult mind, A bit of child is left behind. Treasure, then, that child in you, As I treasure the child in me, Often the adult point of view Can't see what the child can see.
Reason for writing:
Watching my children grow up.
Birth sign: Not entered
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