Running Through a Childish Age

Let us set off through the gates with pace, Running at fields like joyous kids; Then returning, telling lies to parents About how lost we were in a world lost of trace Or route to send us back. We carried on and found the track Open up our arms, busy with touch and embrace. We didn't speak how much we fell to love that night, Sitting down to tea that evening, Our parents faces fill with blank disbelieving As we chuckled and choked upon our food. Ah, the delight In knowing the secret we kept from their world Started a grieving for kids they new once as themselves. It was that we knew when being excused, How they had grown up too that evening, breathing With time, gone old to age And in amongst all the childish lies, Began a gradual leaving.