Oh how I remember being so young
life simplistic with so much fun,
my imagination running wild
such memories held when I was a child.
Opening my mind to yesteryears
things I did , my hopes, my fears,
watching as my children played
I wish back then I could have stayed.
My bed at night was not to sleep
upon a ship I'd slowly creep,
sailing off into dreams of wonder
I lay in gentle night time slumber.
Daytime games for me were real
how easy back then it was to feel,
roles played out though lets pretend
would always change, they had no end.
From Batman and Robin, to Tarzan in trees
every character held I'd become with ease,
even toy cars in the garden were great
stories unravelled, from morning till late.
As kids we would act out a TV show
like my children do now, I watch, I know,
once that pirate from Peter Pan's story
was me in my garden with all the glory.
The world of a child with such fascination
is filled with joys of imagination,
we all slowly grow to realities past
aging takes over, now memories last.
