a little boy once told me
that we all didn’t have a chance
because we were all grown up
and had lost the art of dreaming
looking back I see
we didn’t lose it, we just forgot about it
in favour of serious things
what is it with all the seriousness? he would say
we need the seriousness, I think
because we don’t have that wonderful power anymore
to focus on one beautiful thing and let all others be
to pursue what we thought most enjoyable
I remember countless hours of reading and sleeping
in a haze, interrupted only by mother’s call to dinner
colouring and drawing, with no purpose at all
and without thinking of the time being wasted
yet I can see the good sides of it too
being grown up, having clear-cut goals
one loves the little things more
the smell of rain in the air; the ocean’s flair
and looking back on life
we’ll be able to see the differences
between periods, feelings and thoughts
and love them all, as they deserve to be loved.
Author notes
back from a long break... i think it shows^^
Comments
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Aureola
This is well-done, in my book, and the theme and nostalgia are meaningful. It answers its own question: dreaming is fine, like fun or awe, but there is also a 'grown-up' world out there, which is inescapable, and from which we should not seek to escape -- we can have it all; just nice to have a reminder of the fun side, flloling around ,dreaming, what Rupert Brooke called 'laughter learnt of friends'
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A++
I love this poem. And I think it resonates with truth. Little children know the true joys of life. Very few adults do. We are serious. As we look back on things, we can separate, and appreciate all things. As they say, the older you are, the wiser you become (in most cases). I enjoyed your very thought provoking read. Well done. Here is my last applause of the day, for this poem.
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wonderful
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