As you climb into maturity,
Childhood scrabbles frantically to
Capture your interest, hoping
Desperately to succeed once again.
You remember the innocent times
When childhood was at its peak,
When children romped in abandon
And parents smiled indulgently.
Childhood had panted contendly,
Happily surveying its work,
Snuffling ecstatically as it
Thought of the times to come.
You remember the magic
Of Childhood not long ago
And think of what now lies ahead.
You ask yourself, "Am I crazy?
To leave my friend, my buddy
Of more than a decade.
To step upon the threshold
Of a whole new way o flife."
The soulful eyes of Childhood
Stare unwavering back at you.
The soft, delicate paws are still
As two worlds await your decision.
You resolutely step onto
The quivering path of adolscence,
Determined not to turn back,
Yet knowing, like others,
That never will you truly leave
Childhood.