Honestly, sometimes, I wish I could be a kid again. No responsibilities, no worries, no panic over the future. I missed when my biggest concern was whether or not I was going to get the toy I really wanted for my birthday. Sometimes, I really want to unpack all the childish toys I packed away because I didn't want to get rid of them so I'm keeping them for when I have kids.
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Yellow body, orange beak
You float on water
As our dreams on clouds
Splash!
You bob and nod
Encouraging us to hit the water again
You're always smiling,
Pleasant and happy
No matter how long
We may hold you under
But as we grow older
Your smile no longer
Encourages up to hit the water and make you bob
Or dares up to try to make you stay under
Just like the rest
Of our childhood companions
You get packed away,
Stuffed in a box,
Put on a shelf.
Now that box sits,
Lonely and dust covered.
yet you keep on your smile,
Thinking towards the day
We'll open your box
And once more,
Return your smile.
Oh little, yellow rubber duck
With the orange beak,
Just hold on, keep that smile
Stay pure and whole and lovely,
Just like a child's dreams.
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When I was a kid, I loved my rubber ducks. It makes me a little sad that they suddenly became such a popular thing for a while after I packed them away.
Yes, I kept my rubber ducks. I really loved them, okay?
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