Kids

We learn from those Pretty kids their pretty innocence and Some of our childhood That we have missed... We look at those pretty kids To smile and to laugh anytime... From their movements, We learn how to imitate others admiringly... We live our real childhood When we keep staring at those pretty kids' games... We can not have the past again, but We can see it differently and admiringly In those lovely kids anywhere and everywhere... We love to be kids once more, but All it's over... We can see of our childhood's images in Those wonderful movements of those kids who Play over there in front of our eyes... ______________________________________________________________________