TinyBlueFoxRose

The Passing of Childhood Laughing, giggling, playing, and having fun Chasing each other beneath the hot sun Running, feets pounding on the concrete floor, Just a few kids around the age of four Time flies by quicker than we ever knew Impossible to halt or hold on to No matter how much we want it to last Those moments, those years have since gone past We’ve grown up, grown old in such little time Trading our fun for a dollar and dime. Our time seems so sparse and never enough To relax, to play, to do all that stuff Oh, how I wish we could travel back To the good old times of pleasure and slack. Oh, if only we retained that