Childhood (Poem)

High above, the sun burns bright

     No shade, no wind, anywhere in sight

Sweat dripping, down the back

     For muddy clothes, we had a knack

Kicking the ball, all over the place

     Running around, with a sweaty face

Screaming a pitch, way too high

     Reliving memories of days gone by

Every single day, we miss it all

     Every small victory, every fall

The world could wait, it was our time

     Then we grew up, our biggest crime

Innocence we knew, it lived inside

     Now an empty hollow, all we can find

Our friends, our life, always beside

     Now only in our phones, they reside

Grow up we did, when and why

     Sliding away from joy, whatever we try

Pray to God, we pray and cry

     Make us a child again, once before we die