kiddy years

as we grow older,
its the juvenile that we reflect upon.
how satisfaction is easy,
how we never understand the word regret.
decisions easy to make at all times,

where nature is always beautiful.

i look into the sky,
i see cotton candy.
its how i would see if age reverse,
and it has!
i hop around the mart today,
to find that i still love the sweet old biscuit.
the sipping of good hot chocolate,
in my pajamas.

to grow up,
to discard selfishness.




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