Scratched Knees - Original Poem
Elizabeth Lawrence once said:
"There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again."
One can never forget his childhood, after all it is one of the best seasons of our lives. This poem is a tribute to all our forgotten childhoods. Read it and enjoy a visit back to your childhood. Best of luck for the trip :) Enjoy!
SCRATCHED KNEES - Original Poetry
Today I saw a group of kids
Playing and wandering around
Laughing and chukling again and again
With no worries of crown.
They need not to be worried
and so they weren't
All I could hear
Were some giggling sounds
Their worst enemy was the neighbor's child
who stole some chocolates and never gave back
but they patched up in no time at all
when they found him lonely; hovering around
Well all I could see was a group of angels
Free from worries, malice and vice
I wondered if I was like one of them
The answer seemed nowhere; I had to think twice.
The reality was different and much profound
With all these thoughts, I was almost drowned
My heart is weak and the soul is wrenched
I am an old man - with peace - scracely to be found
I skimmed past my days, as I keep looking them
Amazed by the speed of time, I was indeed astound
It seems that I was one of them, a little time ago
But the time one has at his disposal is never abound
As I kept smiling on their little amazed faces
I realized something much profound
That broken toys were better than shattered dreams
and scratched knees were finer than heart wounds