Childhood Dreams

Tree houses, rusted bicycles, old toys and imagination,
The things we leave behind for children of another generation
Turn our thoughts back to our childish days
When we could be anything at all;
Dreams of being ballerinas, presidents, astronauts,
Anything that answered fancy's call.
We remember, too, those time when were told
We were too young to understand.
Oh, and how forlorn we were when
We felt the sting of mother's hand.
But, with time we grew and began to see;
We finally had the courage to stand up for our beliefs.
But with that freedom came problems and opposition.
So, we turned to our faithful friend
Who was always there to listen.
Of course, we were given advice
From those who seemed concerned.
We listened, but through our mistakes
We always learned.
And, now we sit and ponder;
What happened to that wonder?
We, of course, use the basics we were taught,
But, somehow the zest of youth was lost.
Complexities have stolen the awe of each new day,
And disabled our imaginations
We held so dear in childish play.
Now, I say, reach out and relive!
Explore, and never forget;
Our inner child lives
And our dreams haven't been conquered yet!