I am yet a child.
To me, the prettiest creature
will always be my mother.
Her dimples, a beautiful feature.
I am yet a child.
To me, my daddy is strong.
He is the smartest
and is never wrong.
I am yet a child.
To me, it is my little brother
who is my heart, my life
and still, a bother.
Though I'm growing up,
I'm still a child.
Unleashing my dreams
and letting them run wild.
But the dreams hit a wall
and I soon realize,
the world hurled at me
a shocking surprise.
The days become a terror.
The nights, even worse.
Such times made me think
everything's a curse.
I observe and wish
to stay the same.
To not grow up and
see everything as a game.
But lives are dynamic.
Everything shall age.
My eyes begin to open
and I calm my rage.
It is unfair,
the world we live in.
You neither lose
nor do you ever win.
Now, I feel grown up.
That I'm no more a child.
Gone are the days
when my dreams ran wild.
Yet, given a choice,
I shall choose no other.
It shall always be me,
my mummy, daddy, and my little brother.
For I may be grown up
but I'm yet a child.
Wise beyond my years
with my dreams, so wild.