Inner Child

Yes, there is a child in every grown up Emerges out when proper time turns up Those passions retain in the registry Dormant and suppressed their identity. I used to run after the dragonflies Spirits elate when I find them in skies It was my fancy playing ducks and drakes I wish to play the same now at the lakes. I wish to go back to my childhood life But the clutches of dogmas; a big strife I wish to glide to a quite wonderland Cherish the blessed moments that are grand Shattering the shackles of etiquette Fly back to my world as an emigrant There is a child in every gentleman It’s true, “The Child is father of the man." Your Inner Child Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke Date: 12-09-2021