Dean Masciarelli Poet Free verse

My Inner Child

My inner child

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

My inner child 
will 
always remain

Because there are so 
many things 
that I still enjoy doing

Like I did back in the 
days when I was young

When I would drop water 
balloons 
off of very tall buildings

With some friends
 
And then we would 
go 
find another building

So that we could do 
it all over again

Because we were 
having so much fun

And I still 
enjoy flying

Remote controlled 
airplanes

When ever I can 

Like I did when 
I was young

Because I still enjoy 
chasing people 
while they are driving

Or chasing birds 
when ever I can

Because it can 
be so much fun

And as long as it 
doesn’t 
cause them any harm

And I never end 
up 
hurting anyone

Then I will know
that 
I will be just fine

And I will continue 
doing the same things

Over and over again

For as long as I can

Because I only 
get 
one time around

So I am going to try to have
as much fun as I possibly 
can in this life time of mine

My inner child 
will 
always remain

Because there are so 
many things 
that I still enjoy doing

Like I did back in the 
days when I was young

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Doris Culverhouse April 7, 2010 at 1:20 PM enjoyed reading today, wish I could do some of the things I could when I was young, but I really would not go back.

Debbie Guzzi April 7, 2010 at 12:08 PM LOL hope you grow up in this lifetime..if not you'll get to drop waterballons as your prime entertainment in the next lifetime too! silly one! Light & love

Carolyn Devonshire April 7, 2010 at 11:29 AM The happiest people seem to be those who hold onto their "inner child," Dean. Don't laugh, but I still enjoy climbing trees. I was stunned when some of the competitors on "Survivor" were afraid to climb a tree -- fear of falling. They eat all sorts of creepy things, but are afraid of falling from a tree into soft sand below! LOL Enjoyed your poem! Love, Carolyn