Childhood

Often during my
sleepless nights
I pay homage
to the days that were


Where I believed
in right and wrong
where there was
a plan all along


Where the future
seemed a pleasant dream
where the past
was just another yesterday


Where my day was
just work and play
and everyone
was here to stay


Where friendship
was a sacred pact
and money was
just an artifact


Often during
my sleepless nights
I close my eyes
and pray


Give me
another chance
I want to grow up
once again