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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010



Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 4/7/2010 1:20:00 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.
Login to Reply
Date: 4/7/2010 12:08:00 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
Login to Reply
Date: 4/7/2010 11:29:00 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
Login to Reply
Get a Premium Membership
Get more exposure for your poetry and more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Member Area

My Admin
Profile and Settings
Edit My Poems
Edit My Quotes
Edit My Short Stories
Edit My Articles
My Comments Inboxes
My Comments Outboxes
Soup Mail
Poetry Contests
Contest Results/Status
Followers
Poems of Poets I Follow
Friend Builder

Soup Social

Poetry Forum
New/Upcoming Features
The Wall
Soup Facebook Page
Who is Online
Link to Us

Member Poems

Poems - Top 100 New
Poems - Top 100 All-Time
Poems - Best
Poems - by Topic
Poems - New (All)
Poems - New (PM)
Poems - New by Poet
Poems - Read
Poems - Unread

Member Poets

Poets - Best New
Poets - New
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems Recent
Poets - Top 100 Community
Poets - Top 100 Contest

Famous Poems

Famous Poems - African American
Famous Poems - Best
Famous Poems - Classical
Famous Poems - English
Famous Poems - Haiku
Famous Poems - Love
Famous Poems - Short
Famous Poems - Top 100

Famous Poets

Famous Poets - Living
Famous Poets - Most Popular
Famous Poets - Top 100
Famous Poets - Best
Famous Poets - Women
Famous Poets - African American
Famous Poets - Beat
Famous Poets - Cinquain
Famous Poets - Classical
Famous Poets - English
Famous Poets - Haiku
Famous Poets - Hindi
Famous Poets - Jewish
Famous Poets - Love
Famous Poets - Metaphysical
Famous Poets - Modern
Famous Poets - Punjabi
Famous Poets - Romantic
Famous Poets - Spanish
Famous Poets - Suicidal
Famous Poets - Urdu
Famous Poets - War

Poetry Resources

Anagrams
Bible
Book Store
Character Counter
Cliché Finder
Poetry Clichés
Common Words
Copyright Information
Grammar
Grammar Checker
Homonym
Homophones
How to Write a Poem
Lyrics
Love Poem Generator
New Poetic Forms
Plagiarism Checker
Poetry Art
Publishing
Random Word Generator
Spell Checker
Store
What is Good Poetry?
Word Counter