As a child,
life was rife,
No worries, no hurries,
was there any strife?
running after the butterfly,
looking for wandering spiders,
sailing boats through rain water,
flying high on virtual gliders!
Then and now,
Is it fair enough to compare?
Even in this adulthood,
Is there a child to spare?
How much I wish,
I do the hakuna-matata,
But what pulls me back?
Is it the twenties' sonata?
For twenty-something,
I sound too old,
But now even a teenager,
gets wise as gold.
Wisdom cannot be bought,
so they say,
then why is it that this world,
has made it a child's play?
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