Ice cream boats on lemonade seas, candy angels in an orange blossom breeze
From a child's eyes it looked this way
But soon the wise were telling me the world was not what I see
No more magic in the night or day
Steal your eyes poison your brain schooled to be insane
Given a stencil of what to say
Growing old on a pill, told when you are ill
Oh to return to that innocent way
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: April 1st, 2025 03:45
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How very different the world does seem when we are so young and innocent of all the things our parents and peers try to protect us from. Every day is a lesson I do believe. Beautiful rhyme and a wonderful subject, if we are lucky we get Tom experience it all. 💜
Thank you so much Teddy for the read and most kind words of support. I have missed you dear friend. So good to hear from you.
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I do want to return there as well! How much are the tickets? One way please🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you Cryptic for the read, I lost my ticket years ago and they said to purchase another is the price of dementia. I have not saved up enough for that yet.
You’re welcome Soren🙏🏻🕊️
Beautiful write soren. While young we can only see what we have. It's not till we get older that we can look back and appreciate our younger days. Our glory days. 😁👍
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