Thoughts and feelings flood my mind:
Are we to “inner child” quite blind?
Remember how we danced with joy
When we played with brand-new toy?
Or kicked up autumn leaves in street
And watched them fall around our feet?
Or how an ice cream hit the spot
On summer days when it was hot?
Little pleasures, it is true:
A snowball fight which made hands blue
But then we shared hot drinks back home;
In those days we were not alone…
Technology now rules our lives;
Human contact scarce survives.
Our inner child, repressed, locked out
Tries to give a muffled shout…
With tiny screens I’m not impressed,
As buying more means living less;
My inner child roams free, unchecked
Recalling childhood – with regret…
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
Brillant
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