As a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up,
To become my own master, act all grownup.
Adulting seemed like such a fantastic thing,
Now, it’s the childhood memories to which I cling.
I thought being an adult was so cool,
Now in hindsight, I can say I was but a fool.
I couldn’t wait to be done with books and studies,
Get a job and chill with my buddies.
But now I know, working long hours with a nagging boss ain’t no joke,
Irony is, no matter how much I earn, I am still broke.
And friends? The numbers gradually deplete,
Only a handful remember the birthdays and take out time to meet.
I yearned the freedom to take my own decisions,
To fulfil my ambition and chase after my passions.
Oh! The joy of earning my own money,
To find true love and call him honey!
But today, the many passions are left far behind,
Incessant meetings and work calls keep me confined.
Loving people left me hurt and broken,
Had so much to say, but all remains unspoken.
Now, looking back, I cannot help but feel,
Being an adult is nothing more than an ordeal.
I long for the carefree childhood days of unadulterated fun,
The endless laughter, bantering and responsibilities none.
I wish someone had told me the harsh realities of growing up back then,
If only I could go back in time again.
But alas that can’t be done,
So I’m thinking, why can’t the child and adult in me, both live as one?
When life gets tough, the inner child can be set free,
To worry less, laugh more, to remind myself it’s ok to just let things be.
Instead, why not smile at everyone, giggle without a reason, chase the butterfly,
Be funny, be silly, count the stars in the sky.
Let my inner child take over to walk away from the stress,
To find joy in the little things and seek happiness in a myriad ways!!
Heartfelt 