As Time Pass By

When I was young and pure,
I used to get hurt often,
Shed tears and regret later.

Later on the times changed,
I started looking around,
Searching for happiness,
Then I found its in the,
Sunday morning cartoons,
It helped me out of blues.

Locked myself and found,
Realised and I'm only the reason,
For feeling in blues or butterflies,
The each day which pass,
Is just beautiful as you are.

Started realising and digesting,
Doing things with all the courage,
Because I want to do for myself,
It makes me feel on Cloud nine.

Yes, life seems to be complicated,
As we get older and older,
Making it look easy and simple,
Is to solve a piece of work,
Being grin from ear to ear,
Just makes the life look easier,
And Happy Camper in the happy life.