Young wish to be old, old wish to be young.
Careless, carefree, pure cluelessness and joy
Swings on the swing set always being swung.
Making sure to find something to destroy.
Monsters in closets and playing in dirt.
Spaghetti worms, jump rope and silly games.
At the end of the day, we are always hurt,
By calling each other very mean names.
Fighting with my brother will never end.
Screaming, yelling and shoving too
Pretending you have another boyfriend
Wearing your grandmothers shoes.
Childhood always passes so fast
We all just wish we could make it last