Poem- cherish the times
The times go by so fast
You don’t even notice
One always thinks they will last
But that’s just how we focus
You pick up the pencil
And the world is in your hands
You put it down on the paper
And anything can land
The colors, patterns, shapes and the sizes
They all come so easily
To draw, sing, bake and the dances
They all seem so measly
But that was just the innocence of a child
Singing “Mr. Macaroni riding on a bicycle”
There was not much thought put
No way its “Mr. Mark Anthony riding on a bicycle”
Oh what I would give to get that back
To be brave and creative to do anything.
Little one, the code to life; don’t try to crack
The child you are, hold on to that very thing
Every dream of yours is so precious
I would hate to see you waste it
You have to strive for what is yours
So that at the end you claim it.