Crossing Over
Barefoot days and endless skies,
Laughter loud and questions wide
We built our worlds in fields of play,
Where time stood still and dreams could fly.
But days become months and voices change,
The mirror shows a growing face
We trade our toys for silent thoughts,
And walk a steadier and lonelier path.
Yet in the grown-up world we roam,
A child’s spark still lights the way
For all we are was once begun,
In games we played and things we’d say.
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