Being a Kid

by SoUrNameIsTia   Dec 24, 2008


Being a child,
with adventures everyday,
building high spirits,
making a new mind grow.

Mysteries peak holding small trinkets,
what to do,
how to play,
imagination goes wild with wonders!

It's when adults break childish habits,
the day they turn old,
the day maturity is placed before them,
to wipe play time and lay down the rules.

But,
inside do children really change?
Can they truly jump to one age,
to the very next?

Adults know better then to change a child so quick,
style,
behavior,
don't let them forget themselves,
and the person they wish to be.

--All Poems by Tia E
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