The Inner Child

Wed, 12/11/2013 - 17:12 -- smp09


I miss the days,

When all I had to do,

Was wake up on Saturday mornings,

Just to watch the Looney Tunes.


Lucky Charms in a bowl,

And a Scooby-Doo spoon. 

With an innocent soul,

So easily swooned.


Long live Nintendo,

And the ice cream man.

Still oblivious to adult innuendos,

Content with a short attention span. 


I miss the days,

When summers seemed endless and free.

Why couldn't things stay that way?

Oh, because I am bound by adult responsibilities. 


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