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Rate this poem:4.7 / 3 votes
The days have come and gone
With only memories of my past
As my childhood seemed to fade away
And carefree days don’t seem to last

The wrinkles became more noticed
My hair turned grey to white
My eyes began to thin
No matter how hard I try to fight

Where’d that little boy run off to
He took off sooner than I planned
Not only forgot to tell me
But left me holding this old man’s hand

Like Peter Pan forever
Always running from my age
Not to age with all the others
Or turn that damned old page

Now don’t misunderstand me
Don’t think I’ve run off that damn fast
That child is still within me
The silly boy from time gone past

He’s still here but undercover
Just waiting till the time gets right
To show that little glimmer
To release that shinning light

No my young heart has not faded
Only harder to display
Now they call it quite peculiar
When I let him out to play

In my mind I’m young forever
Plan to let it stay that way
I’m a child in all his glory
Right up till my dying day

About this poem

As we grow older, we still have that child inside. I let mine out quite often. And plan to as long as I’m around. Hope you do too!

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Written on November 20, 2022

Submitted by xmasday65 on November 23, 2022

1:02 min read


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Discuss everything about the poem Still that child with the community:

  • dougb.19255
    Playing that little boy still. Odd looks notwithstanding.
    No awkwardness at all with your rhyming. Nice work Mark. At least four star. I am following.
    LikeReply3 days ago
  • dougb.21370
    Interesting fact that the well adjusted always see others as so much older and advanced. Don’t be embarrassed. Me too.
    LikeReply28 days ago
  • jamesd.65848
    Terrific and thought provoking
    How time goes by too quickly
    Love the closing lines:I’m a child in all his glory
    Right up till my dying day.
    LikeReply 11 month ago
    • xmasday65
      Thank you so much!
      LikeReply1 month ago
  • Teril
    Well said. An optimistic and healthy sentiment to hold our hearts as we continuously walk down that road.
    LikeReply 11 month ago
    • xmasday65
      very nice Thank you
      LikeReply1 month ago
  • lisacampbell29
    I like this poem!
    LikeReply 11 month ago
  • Terrilou
    I love how the poet address aging …
    “Where’d that little boy run off to
    He took off sooner than I planned
    Not only forgot to tell me
    But left me holding this old man’s hand “.
    Such a perfect description of the child you once were …. Where did they go ?! 
    LikeReply3 months ago


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