The air is clearer
My body lighter
Every day
I get to hail
Ways of my play
Dirty elbows
The bruises' rainbow
Wash away
So the pain
Never remains
So careless an age
Good not to be sage
And one morning
You wake up
And it's no longer
A child's play
Getting stronger
Growing bolder
Laugh or cry
Or tell a lie
Hard to decide
The only nuisance
Can be the off chance
One will learn
How to yearn
Oh what a burn
Hold on to the game
It won't be the same
Cause one morning
You will wake up
And it's no longer
A child's play
18 December, 2007
CHILD'S PLAY