Epistle To The Inner Child

Life is laden with many responsibilities,

Seldom giving you opportunities,

To have respite from the troublesome day,

And involve oneself in a child.'s play,.

Struggling and battling with one's existence,

May have given you a lot of resistance,

But building castles on a muddy beach,

Is now out of your reach.

Cuddling around the mother's couch,

Like a kangaroo in its pouch,

Dreaming of a distant land,

Seeking out for a helping hand.

Seldom looking forth to take initiative,

Time may have made you creative,

But the childish cravings for the things,

Can yet be seen, but no longer your heart sings.

Your Liveliness has faded with the upcoming tide,

Your innocence has also died.,

The fear to lose is always in your mind,

And seldom some time for yourself you ever find.

Stop regretting and running in the race,

For you have, or what you may face,

May not deviate you from living your life,

Cherish each moment, and don't aim for the skies,.