Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Playful Inner Child Of Mine (A Poem)

She likes to play on the swings
Will run for ice cream,
Makes funny faces in pictures,
When I fall she cries a little.
Giggles at inappropriate times
On funny memories presses rewind.
I only let her show at certain times
If not surely I would loose my job and current life!
She could get me in so much trouble if she tried
But nevertheless I will always hold on to her tight,
This playful inner child of mine.