Why can't things be now like when were kids?
No lustful loins or hungry Id,
no need to drink, smoke or take,
anything to conjure hapiness of fake.
were not happy anymore, you know its true,
because this poems built on my thoughts of you,
life has become a pain ridden trip,
it's why you take alcohol and fags to your lip.
Why waste your life on imitation of fun?
when I can make it better for you hun.
childhood feelings i shall retain,
ok im not a fully developed brain...
But I can give you that love and care,
also that awesome freedom and carefree air,
Let me take you back to find fun and games
we shall become child again, but with adult frames.
Phil Whittaker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-regrets-childhood-forgets/
