God made man,
blew in him the soul,
and destined him to live
young then old.
Live did I,
young and free-
free as the kites I flew,
quick as the birds I chased,
unrestrained as the trees I climbed,
hopeful as the paper boats I made-
Live did I, without a sigh
of sorrow or burden.
Yet now
no more a child,
with duty hunting me down,
how I wish,
I could go back
to the sweat and scrawl
of a child.
Big thanks for Kay L for the post.

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