I miss being a little girl,
With four teeth as shiny as a pearl,
Enjoying my being,
Without a care in the world.
Those were the Golden days,
Just being my-stubborn-self,
Playing, eating, sleeping,
And waking up at twelve.
Irritating and annoying others,
In return of which,
I only get a kiss,
I try to dodge them,
But they don't miss.
Crawling around the house,
Like a queen,
On my hands and knees.
I miss being without worries.
Crying as loud as possible,
Wanting others to hear me,
And making it impossible,
For them to console me.
Those days ain't gonna come back,
Remembering those happy days,
With a little drama,
I only have a huge smile on my face.
The only thing,
That hasn't changed yet,
Is having a huge smile,
Because I have a long way to go,
A way of millions of miles.
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