Wouldn’t we all stay in Childhood if we could choose?
Instead we are trapped in reminisces, wishing
they hadn’t fooled us with the words they’d used
“growing up” for a person diminishing.
Sure, we are wiser, and not all adults are rotten,
but who doesn’t long for some previous self?
like we could step back into them, if only they hadn’t gotten
so maimed through the years
now sitting there
like shrunken skulls on a forgotten shelf