When I was, but a child I'd play outdoor in the wild Watching the stars run, while, Matching on the grassy soil slide And got beaten up, for messing the tile
When I'd pull grandpa's cheeks Playing hide and seeks, Hanging over the door hinges Or went out bullying kids Then, I would be grounded for weeks
When mom would beg me to stay, And eat my breakfast, just for the day But my young self is bound to play Broke a bone, what a way, To keep a child like me at bay
When father forces me to eat calory Igniting the fire of sweetened memory Leaving my pen with non ending story Overflowing tranquility, And peace reign in our colony
Aged from old age No longer stuck in that same page, Or tied to the family's cage slayers that uses mace Experience turns him to sage