Simple life of Child

I remember as child, life was easy

Teaching only A, B, C

Appreciating the best that came,

Toys I played ‘till my feet were as brown like the ground

Restless in my imagination, full with adventures

Pirates that search for treasure,

Sailing the angry sea, one eye patched  

Bevy beard covering the face, with a grin showing stained teeth

Gold as the treasure, the X we seek,

 

I played until the sun was swallowed by the sea

Not troubled about the world,

Serving dinner cold, to the hungry mouths without kitchen to warm

Without dreams, to dream

Died in the morning as they went to work

Tireless labours, busy bees working for money, not honey

Lost the sweetness to life,

 

A grown up child without ambition to life

Without fun and joy that fly a spirit aloft.  

Reviews

[❀ Gabriela ..]

This is so true. It's so sad that as we grow up, so many of us loose that joy and innocence. Excellent poem!

[MOON]

Good poem. The best years of our life innocent.

Good poem I would have to agree that in life being a child is easy. As we grow older things get harder.

[ShyTiger]

You have a lovely way with words and theres a naivety to your peom that i like i dont kow if ts intentional or not, either way it allows that only one side of the story is told. We all know life isnt like that but maybe thats just my experience talking. Good poem.

[SuicidePact.]

the first line I really liked, it speaks so much truth

[Ayanda Mteto]

We are not happy with our lives, because we lost the childhood fun we used to play. reviews are appreciated.