The Kid

I am wondering
What it is like to grow
And be an adult
I can only tell
When I move forward
And forget the fun

I’m just a kid
Who cries a lot
Many endless tantrums

I can say no without fear
I ask many questions
I dare try
Fail
And try again

I know only of fun
I know nothing of fear
I am full of innocence
My restlessness
Is loved by all
All supportive and cautious eye
Staring at me
I am the apple of their eye
No time keeps me idle
Everytime is new
And exciting
The day is tired
But I am not
There seems to be a bounty of time
A lot to do and
A little to waste

I am easy with my heart
I am clean with my dealings
I kick my legs when I am in protest
I dance when I am in joy
I sleep when I am tired
I pout my lips when I am annoyed
I crumple my bed and jump so high
Until I get out of balance
Biting my nails is my favorite past time
I play skippy, Indian and Popeye
A make believe world is my own
Big people make believe with me too
I can be shy
But no doubt I can do anything
I love to ride the swing
Let loose my hair on the air
Feel the total freedom

I color my world including my face
A face of millions meanings
Only a child can cherish
I show my feelings
I cry with tears
I show all mistakes
I fell secure with my world
No one can let me down
I never run out of ideas
Give me a pen and I draw
Every possible line no one can imagine
I love to paint my dreams in the sand
And play with the ticket of the waves
I see every little detail
And remember everything sorry
I am just a child