Children's Day

I remember what it was like being a kid.
In someways I still am
I remember being happy then.
In someways I still am.

For me back then an ant hill was an architectural wonder
In some ways it still is
I used to think  of my dad as a superhero
In someways he still is
My mother would always make everything better
In someways she still does

My wants were small, but ruthless
Somehow they still are

My idea of the world was magical
In someways the idea stayed

I believed in happy endings
Sometimes I still do

The playground was always exciting
This I guess will always remain

Being a kid , I felt everything would always turn out right
In some ways it did.

I sought friends I would keep for life
In some of them, I found friends for life

My toys were my companions
On some lonely days they still are.

Cartoons made my day
Some of them still do

Back then it wasn't about the iPhone, it was about the ice-cream.
Even now sometimes its about the ice-cream

Back then I believed in the goodness of people
Sometimes I still do

Not a lot has changed I guess
But somehow it has....

For the children in all of us. I'm glad they are in there...to sometimes still show us the way.