In my dreams I often
go back to childhood days
No worries, no thoughts
different were my ways
Waking up lazy
playing with the fog
Swinging with birds
jumping with my dog
Walking in the woods
climbing treetops
Swimming with tadpoles
running in flip-flops
Basking in the sun
flying with kites
Dancing in the rain
seeing rainbow lights
Splashing in the puddles
flirting with dirt
Laughing off worries
leaving no one hurt
Now that I've grown up
it's not easy to fall asleep
The memories of childhood
often make me weep
No more kiddie shows
no funky cartoons
No more playing around
no sleepy afternoons
People learn to live life
why I couldn't?
Childhood grew up
why memories couldn't?
Deependra Kumar Jha
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-the-memory-lane-7/
