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Oh to be a child

Author: nsnaakyhhh:)
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Lately I just want to go back. Forget all the complications in life. And play with some playdough!

Oh to be a child

There is a small boat found on a lonely day
Picturesque in theory, but secluded it does seem
Within this tiny rowboat dwarfed by the powerful sea
A small child waits, innocent as can be

He is unafraid of danger, unaware of pain
Just simply rowing across his watery plain
Only eager thoughts of adventure fill his mind
As he skims over the water eager to reach the other side

Oh to be that child, unaware so to speak
Of pain, heartache, and solitude in a situation to bleak
To still be unafraid and childish wishing only to see
A day of fun and excitement, just to play and be

On the opposite shore this child will get
Enough adventure to last him all the day
Then the sun will set,
And he will not forget the time he took to play

Oh to be that child
To find one’s self alone and unafraid
Of what truths lay inside
To be innocent in nature, good fun your only guide

He will look around and wonder why
As people grow they forget how to fly
For he can easily fling himself high above
Into the clouds with the grace of a dove

Oh to be a child
Imagination at the ready
But no we must grow up
Be hard, reliable, and steady

This child too will one day grow
For all must become old
Forget all the simple joys he found in life
And let his imagination become cold

But for now let us leave him
On his small secluded lake
For in his mind it’s a stormy see
And his adventure to partake

Oh to be a child…

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  I really like reading this poem. It makes me reminisce and, consequently, sad because I am growing so old.
Right now, I'm struggling to:
"Be hard, reliable, and steady." To be an adult. I feel like all my life I've been the onlooker of that child; aware of what's ahead and constantly pulling myself back in time. That, too, is sad. However, a person who I consider to be wise told me one day that we progress through life by, in a way, not holding our histories on a pedestal. "The good ole' days" we often say.

Viva forever.
| Posted on 2006-08-26 00:00:00 | by Suven7 | [ Reply to This ]
  We always want what we can't have. When your six you want to be like your teenage cousin...wearing make up and going to dances. When you're a teen you get the responsibilities of an adult yet aren't treated like one. When you're 50 you wanna be 30. It's just always like that isn't it. But children...such mystery! Adults don't remember much about what it really is to be a child...because that's it. They don't remember. Someone more of less great once said that the key to happiness is a bad memory. Isn't that just the thing. Again....Your poetry is turning into something very beautiful. I was nice before too. But much more impressive. I think you're really coming to terms with your feelings and what you want. Or at least think you want. "Picturesque in theory, but secluded it does seem" Impressive line.....and a real thinker. Thanks for making the world that much more lovely. Peace with you, Lucy
| Posted on 2005-09-28 00:00:00 | by LucyDiamond | [ Reply to This ]
  I liked the picture you created in my head with this. There was a few spelling errors here and there that could be polished up a little, but other than that I thought it was very good. I could feel the boat slicing the lake as he rowed across... remember how big you use to feel as a kid, getting to do something all by yourself? This reminded me of it. Good job!
| Posted on 2005-09-27 00:00:00 | by grey_girl | [ Reply to This ]
  Very nicely done. Soft, gentle, it flowed well with just a few bumps, but not enough to detract from the good writing here. All would love to go back for just a while, to be free and innocent again. But remember, we all carry that child within and with proper nourishment, he remains with us forever.
Very nicely done. I enjoyed it very much.
| Posted on 2005-09-26 00:00:00 | by wannabe1 | [ Reply to This ]
  Oh to be a child. I agree with wretched_muse- I believe everyone must have these thoughts. I must admit that when I opened this poem I thought it would be rather immaturely written but I was pleasantly surprised, your description and use of language is quite beautiful and made for a good read. The poem flows nicely and invokes my own thoughts on the matter. You've done well at writing this
| Posted on 2005-09-25 00:00:00 | by dark-red-pain | [ Reply to This ]
  I echo what wretched_muse said. I sometimes wish I were a child again, but I am also grateful that I now have the knowledge, wisdom, and insight I never had as a child.

Nevertheless, the poem is good. It caused me to feel and remember the innocence of a child, playing inside their imagination.
| Posted on 2005-09-25 00:00:00 | by Ta-hala | [ Reply to This ]
  pretty good, one mistake i caught, "Then she sun will set,” i think you meant "the".

i think these are thoughts that every one has, once they realized what they have lost. and you did a very good job in portraying them.
| Posted on 2005-09-25 00:00:00 | by wretched_muse | [ Reply to This ]

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