The innocence of being so young,
when running around in your undies was cute,
and you could go to school dressed up as a princess,
with nobody making fun of you.

The biggest worry was what snack you would get,
there were no tests, no homework, no grades to fret.
You were the princess, waited on whenever you chose,
but these innocent years were soon disposed.

I wish I could go back to the simpler days,
where I would jump out of bed wide awake,
and eat anything without feeling sick.
I could whine for a minute and get what I wanted,
sometimes even delivered on a silver platter.

Sadly those years seem ages ago,
and I sit here blowing out my eighteenth candle,
trying to remember what it was like,
when life was not a juggling knife.