Childlike vs Childish

Morning light teases closed eyelids gently open,

and suddenly there's the unmistakable scent,

of toast and laughter blending into the air,

a reminder that playfulness knows no age.

In the park, children spin themselves dizzy,

their shouts of joy revealing truths we lost,

adults pretending decisions are much heavier,

forgetting that clouds also hold weightless dreams.

A woman in her sixties, twirling in the rain,

proves the universe doesn’t care for wrinkles,

while another man-child shouts obscenities,

at a dog wearing a pink sweater, oh dear.

Childlike wonder catches snowflakes on tongues,

life's simple pleasures bursting into colors,

childish tantrums turn meetings into chaos,

phones slammed down with no coherent reason.

As dusk nears, there's still time to distinguish,

unfurling the kite of youthful indiscretion,

choosing to dance while the dishes stay dirty,

or to pout because the night plans fell apart.