To jump in puddles

Oh, if I could jump in puddles, but not as now, for I have grown If I could slip and slide and fall, but in my clothes of yesteryear; If I could run out in the drizzle, Carefree, sure without restrain, just a boy, in the absence of fear I know I would stay and not return for no merriment awaits in adulthood am I to grow for someone said so to mature and all against my will shall I turn back my clock no more allow no familiar sounds or songs and dreams with eyes wide open to take me to my wonder years nor flip the pages of time itself to see my friends as striplings or see the fields in jade adorned, forests and glades that are no more no peeling back of years for me but why remain this adult person who questions fun or fun’s demand against my will I must move on and no more jumping into puddles nor carefree runs into the rain, yet a thought came calling, as a whisper and this be the message that I heard “there is another route to childhood come parenthood one fine day, we relive it through our children …”