The simplicity of being a child Contentment and joy of it all. No worry, just happy No fear of life, Just death itself.
"Want to grow up!" They shout all at once. No, just go and play!
Do not grow up You will find creeks and critters no longer a comfort, But a fading memory. Rides on a golf cart no longer bring a joy. Oh no, not without a sip or two.
Perhaps a ride down the road? A curving blur of pavement. To the pond where you found a toad?
It's nothing more then a ride of anxiety And eyes welled up with tears, Threatening to escape the barricades which are your eyelids Squinted up. Oh no, don't grow up.
A gaping hole inside your chest, which your heart lies Clutching onto crumbled drawings That once hung on a fridge door. Tear stained memories, All the heart has to hold onto. Do not grow up. Oh no, do not grow up..