I wrote this when I was thirteen!
Why didn't you tell me that I would grow old
And my childhood would no longer be
That part of my life would be wasted away
Why didn't you make me see?
What happened to Santa & fairies?
Oh why did they all go away?
Don't they know that I would be happy
If they would just come back to stay?
And poor little teddy with one button eye
Sitting there gathering dust...
Like Alice in Wonderland locked in a room
I must find the key...I must!
1 comment:
This poem makes me want to cry. Because it is so true, children have something that is just out of our grasp, that no matter how hard we try we can't turn back time. I remember being a child and being carefree but for the life of me I can't recreat those feelings any more, and now all we have to look forward to is death and taxes. Ah Peter Pan your life seems more desirable than ever.
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