In fields where once we laughed and played,
Our childhood dreams began to fade.
We wished to grow, to touch the sky,
Yet lost ourselves as years flew by.
But time, a thief with silent tread,
Turned pages of the days we led.
Eager to wear grown-up shoes,
We raced ahead, too much to lose.
I blink; adulthood stands in place,
A life once dreamt, yet hard to face.
But why does it feel too fast, too strange?
Are these new shoes a size too great?
Now grown, caught in life’s demands,
We long for days of open hands.
To feel the grass beneath our feet,
And hear youth’s heartbeat, pure and sweet.
Loud cheers and laughter, fleeting, gone,
Like whispers lost within the dawn.
The mirror shows a face grown wise,
Yet echoes call from days gone by.
Let’s pause and find that child inside,
Embrace the joy we cast aside.
For in our hearts, that child remains,
Awaiting us on lost playground lanes.
Poem Description
“The Lost Playground: The Swift Passage from Childhood to Adulthood” poignantly captures the universal experience of growing up and the bittersweet nostalgia that accompanies it. Through vivid imagery and metaphors, the poem reflects on the innocence of childhood, the relentless passage of time, and the complexities of adult life. The consistent ABAB rhyme scheme lends a rhythmic quality, reinforcing the cyclical nature of life and memories. By urging readers to reconnect with their inner child, the poem offers a hopeful message: that the joy and simplicity of youth are not lost but merely forgotten and can be reclaimed with mindful intention.
Loud cheers and laughter, fleeting, gone,
Like whispers lost within the dawn.
The mirror shows a face grown wise,
Yet echoes call from days gone by.