When children, we wish to stay young. <br />To run and forever play. <br />A million little Peter Pans <br />Forever young to stay. <br /> <br />When we hit thirteen, we want to go. <br />To be as old as we can look. <br />We dropp our toys for keys <br />Electronics in place of picture book. <br /> <br />We run as fast as our legs can go. <br />To be eighteen! To be cool! <br />We want to be away from Mom, <br />We want be free of school. <br /> <br />And then, when we get to the “perfect age” <br />We stay a little while in bliss. <br />But soon as we see that age go slipping by <br />We cry and scream and hiss. <br /> <br />And then we spend the rest of life <br />On food and makeup and toys <br />That make us feel as though we were <br />Still little girls and boys. <br /> <br />Why is it that when we seem to mature <br />Our common sense washes away <br />Why do we all strive to be one age <br />When we know we won’t be it, one day? <br /> <br />We run ahead to be twenty and waste <br />The years we spend only running. <br />Then spend the rest of our live <br />Wishing we had stayed where we were. <br /> <br />Are the children the only ones with sense? <br />Let us be as they are. <br />Let us live who we are. <br />Not what we wish that we were.<br /><br />Sophia White<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-sense/
