Kids Are Kids

When we grow older We will understand That pretty world Of that pretty childhood... When we were kids, We could not understand All that used to go on... Only merry-making and playing Are any childhood's tools... When we grow older, We learn what we have not Witnessed in our early days... We learn from those little kids Their pretty movements and Their pretty cryings anytime... Kids have their ways which are Greatly and wonderfully from ours As adults in our whole life... Undoubtedly kids are kids Even if they try to show other This or that anytime.... ______________________________________________________________________