Children.
A perfect reflection of who you were, maybe just a few years ago.
When a small scream could bring tears in your eyes,
And one little joke, make you laugh heartily.
When thing were simpler,
When parents were closer,
When friends were not chosen,
When mistakes could be corrected.
In the company of children,
You know how much you've grown,
How innocence is lost,
How minds are corrupted,
How hearts are broken.
You remember your days,
Of enjoyment, care-free, non-opinionated views.
You realise that you might have been better then,
You might have fit in more easily back then,
You might have had more friends,
You might have felt happy without reason.
But then you know,
The beauty of life is in growing up..
In experiencing the new,
And learning your own ways,
Making a name for yourself,
And falling and then, learning to stand up once again.
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