I Miss Being A Kid

April 30, 2011
Looking outside my living room window,
I see two little girls playing outside.
Such a simple image can be such a beautiful thing
With their little bikes and mouths stained with HI-C fruit punch,
I see myself.
Remembering the times when I would look forward to playing outside.
When I hear their heartened laughter, I hear peace.
Their lives are filled with joy and happiness, not fear and famine.
They haven’t entered the real world, where the harshness in people comes out.
I think to myself, ‘I miss being a kid’.

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Sophia said...
Feb. 11, 2014 at 3:31 pm
Hello! I'm entering a speech contest this upcoming month and I was wondering if I could use your poem? My topic is about being a kid and growing up, and I think this would be a good fit. I would credit your name. Let me know if you're interested!
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