Friday, September 25, 2009
Summer, there's a swing by the creek,
climbing my backyard tree.
Dirty hands, mud-mask smiles,
Sandcastle days; every minute is a mile.
Summer, by the beach, enjoying the waves,
Sudden Chocolate Ice-cream Craves,
Books on Adventures, Of the wildest dreams,
Keeping my childhood together at the seams.
Autumn, there's a playground by the shopping mall,
Modern high heels that make you fall,
Smooth faces, mud-mask frowns,
When you're out in love and you sink all the way down.
Waiting at home for a tidal wave of bills,
of screaming children, a tiring day at the tills,
Books on Financial Advice, Thinking of riches,
A little more time to dream about the new television features.
I could just turn it all back to when it all began,
when I was just a baby, ready to be a child all over again.
What price did we pay for growing up? Think about it.
This took me 20 minutes. Much much faster than Chinese ones -.-
Take me back to the world when it was black and white.
Just two kids, You And I.
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