The little ones


What do we lose
When we grow up
That we cant play anymore

Like children do
When they are little
Around the age of four

How do they lose
The imagination
That makes a box a plane

When do they lose
The joy of jumping
Their world will never be the same

Why don't we all
Old as we are
Try to get it back

Than maybe when we
Get all annoyed
Give the little ones some slack