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...BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE by ROBERT HERRICK PRIAPUS AND THE POOL: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT |