Childhood, the playtime of life we embrace,
With boundless energy, we sprint and race.
But soon we don a mask of grown-up guise,
Pretending as mature teens with worldly ties.

Yet in our minds, we still dream and yearn,
For the innocence of childhood’s sweet return.
Those joyous memories, reflections so clear,
A time long gone, but forever held dear.

And still, at times, we long to journey back,
To the safety and warmth that childhood lack.
As age unfolds, it brings to us anew,
Bits of childhood, like patches, shining through.

For age reveals that children we remain,
In our hearts, the child’s spirit must sustain.
Enjoy life, hold tight to that pure delight,
Let the child within forever take flight.

LongJohn