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When I Was A Child


 

Lets go back to a place

When time wasn't a worry

But fun was a must

When stress wasn't an issue

"Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust"

 

Flying around with joy

Imagination running wild

Oh how I miss those days

those days as a child

 

Things change like the seasons

and grow like trees

I mean I feel it in my back, neck and knees

 

Yes, this thing called growing up

Happens to the best of us

But I've learned what is love

and what is trust

 

I learned what is an uh oh

Which is just a mistake

I learned how to contemplate

which risks to take

 

But most importantly

Laughing is the best medicine

Life and change, gets credited

Me, Myself and I will keep on peddling

 

Because that's just it

Some things you can't change 

Living. Learning. Growing

things that spark the flames

from adolescent rationing

to becoming so mature

From a life full of pictures 

to only reading literature

From crooked teeth 

to a perfect smile

Oh how I miss those days

those days as a child

 
 
 
 

 

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CydKyd

I love writing, just don't know where to start. This is that place. This is that time.

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