poem, adult life vs.young life

I remember a scene from the movie Matilda. It was a great movie. I remember when Miss Lovely teaches the children how to spell difficulty, and Trunchbull gets mad. And says "You're supposed to be teaching SPELLING! Not poetry!" Anyways more poetry from me.

Sweet innocence,
such playfulness.
Cute laughter,
easy chapter.
Too much energy,
some allergies.
Growing up,
to become someone.
Too many bills,
such high stress drills.
Too much noise,
too many voices.
How i want to be a kid again.
I want back my innocence.

Just comparing the life of a child and an adult.Its not finished yet, just a rough draft.

Childhood

Childhood. It's so weird how fast our lives go. We've grown up so fast. Back then going to the park everyday was the best part of life. Now we hardly have to time to take a break and just take a stroll out in the park.