Childhood

I skip and jump and run so free, I dream of what I'd like to be. Will I a lawyer or doctor be... I guess we'll have to wait and see. Don't hurry me...for now I play, I'd really have it no other way! Don't saddle me with fear and dread, that a loser I might be instead. I dream of riches, fame, and more, I stand before an open door. Don't label me when I am young, to end my song before it is sung. Let me enjoy these few younger years, before I start to worry about all my fears. P.R. Deremer