(Now before you all come at me for the " boys grow into men" and the " girls grow into women" bits. Stop. I mean no harm by it. It simply would've ruined this particular poem in my opinion to go through every gender ever. It would not work.)
When girls grow into women
Laughter changes
When boys grow into men
Playtime ends.
Girls who loved to laugh and play
Now sit in an office and work all day.
Boys who ran in woods and fields
Toil to bring in the money.
Laughter changes
And playtime ends.
Flowers that bloom in the backyard
Remember concealing colored eggs.
Trees in the old pine forest
Remember bringing joy
To families at Christmas.
Maples and oaks remember being climbed
And getting kites in their branches.
Ancient bikes remember being ridden
And they also remember getting wrecked.
But when girls grow into women
And boys grow into men
Laughter changes
And playtime ends.
Butterflies remember being chased
Firebugs remember getting shut in jars.
Unused rusty swings
Remember younger days.
And when the cold winds come
Pumpkins remember being handpicked
Carved, and lighting up the night.
Snow remembers being played in
And snowmen miss the little children
But when girls have to grow into women
And boys have to grow into men
Laughter must change
All all playtime ends.
There will always be new children
That will cause much delight.
But old friends will never be forgotten.
Your childhood misses you.
YOU ARE READING
From Where We've Been And Where We're Going
Poesia"Shifting through tarnished images of a past you were a part of, mind blanketed by memories - the ghost of your former self, someone I once held and time stood still. Time stood still at least to us. At least to us." ...
