THE CHILD WITHIN changed to THE CHILD, ME...

I am sitting, watching the children play,
And, I must say,
That I am having a difficult time,
Sitting as stiff as a mime...
I honor the child within me,
I love to play, and, to act silly,
So, why am I sitting here acting mature,
Wishing for things that once were?
I long to run, and, fly a kite, high in the sky,
I want to dash through a sprinkler, then, sit in the sun to dry...
I have to feel that feeling of being way younger than I...
So I get up, deciding that I will get on the swing,
I will go as high as I can and bale out, like a bird on wing...
Then, I will get on the merry-go-round,
Where I will listen to the whooshing sound...
Maybe later, I will get an ice cream cone,
In a flavor that I have never tasted or known...
I see a hopscotch pattern on the walkway,
I will be a kid for one whole day...
I am making my steps, and, my cell phone rings,
I so do not want to give up these things...
I look to see who might be calling for me,
It is my boss, I wish I didn't care what it could be...
Still, I am walking toward the swings, trying to defy,
But, responsibility takes over, and, I press redial, oh, I could cry...
I am told that I have to work late, again tonight,
I am frustrated, as they have ruined my delight...
Off, I go, feeling like I am going to prison, feeling old,
Wishing that I wasn't so good at doing what I am told...
Along the way to my car, I decide to buy that cone,
In a flavor that I have not yet tasted or known,
And, it made me feel, just a bit less grown...