Give me my Youth, and let me play I'm tired of the things I do today. Weary of being a grown-up girl— Take me back to my Childhood's whirl Of sunlit hours, of joys and fun, And nothing finished that was begun Let the wind around me blow And foolishly ruffle my hair. Let me sing and sing as I go— With never a thought nor care. Just go to bed at night time And sleep the silence thru, And waken with the sunshine To find a new day and YOU. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE THE SEA-LIMITS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI DEATH AND CUPID; AN ALLEGORY by JOHN GODFREY SAXE WRITTEN AT AN INN AT HENLEY by WILLIAM SHENSTONE THE EBB AND FLOW by EDWARD TAYLOR ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |