When I grow tired
of touching the sky
from a playground swing,
or letting my hair
fly free in the wind;

When I grow tired
of leprechaun, dragon
and unicorn dreams,
or pretending "king of the hill"
from the top of a slide;

When I grow tired
of cotton candy, carnivals.
the laughter of children,
or the morning sunrise;

When I grow tired
of these childhood pleasures,
only then will I be old.

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