Childhood my original poem.

2018-12-24T10:12:02.000Z Honest Cash

Childhood.

O! That I were young once again,

I would get pleasure of my mother’s love.

Trying strength of opening minds,

In soft summer hours like a dove.

O! That I were trying my limbs,

To be sportive like a fawn.

In the courtyard or in the garden,

In the sight of father as warden.

Of conditions and refreshing,

In the breezy April showers.

Of playing freely with my friends,

I would fly with the blowing winds.

O! That I were people once again,

Of some mighty minds restrained.

To develop my brain and mental faculties,

Of my wisdom awarded with victories.

Great joy once rains upon me,

When I see fame in futility.

Of my visions and imaginations,

Still spawned and prevail in my vicinity.

Original poem by @oodeyaa

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