Playground
Kids see the world as it is
I was once reminded
That the world is a playground
But somewhere along the way
Whether because of work
Or just responsibilities
We forget that
Our lives become routine
We forget how to be a kid
How to use one of our greatest gifts
The ability to see the world as it is
The gift of imagination
We get caught up in our work
No longer enjoying what she offers
It's a shame
The world is a playground
Its a shame we can't see it
Copyright © Bill Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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