Kindygarten

This is a cute little poem I wrote not too long ago about growing up...I remembered being in kindergarten...it was funny how I hated naptime because I never slept...but now that I'm in high school I sleep for a good hour and a half out of the school day. Funny. But that was one of the things I remembered. The rest are in the poem...so enjoy. And remember when you were young and how much you'll miss being innocent.

Kindygarten used to be so much fun,
playing all day and napping in between,
but there was another meaning to being so young
everything was still unseen.

Life didn't depends on a girl's sweet smile
or if your clothes were out of style,
if you had your finger paint, life was good,
if we got to choose when to grow up, who would?

I remember being so young
not caring about my looks,
only caring about what was on TV
or who was smiling in my books.

My favorite band was whoever sang a lullaby
and my favorite food was still candy,
didn't really care about the calories
life was just sweet and dandy.

Santa Claus was still alive
and Dad really could do anything,
I never cared about who was on the phone
every time I heard it ring.

My mommy would tuck me in
and read me a Bible story
then she'd look at me like she still does
and tell me how she loves me.

But now I tuck myself in
I'm usually on the phone,
I could have all the toys in the world
but I would still be alone.

I'm not scared of the dark anymore
it's actually kioda cool.
Instead of on the way in
I'm on the way out of school.

I remember our white gowns that looked so cute
when we all left for first grade,
we only knew everyone was looking at us
when we walked in our little parade.

Now we'll all be wearing purple
and life will seem so short
we'll all remember running home to mommy
to show her our kindygarten report.

We'll all hear the pomp and circumstance
and ponder on the thought of chance
that we'll ever see these people again,
and laugh as we remember when.

We went into kindygarten scared of school,
now we're all scared of the end,
and the thought that we now have to ponder
about what's around the bend.

We don't know where we're going
but we know we're going alone,
Kindygarten is so far away now,
there's no more innocence in our tone.

We're all so much bigger now,
and we know so much more,
the only thing we have no clue about
is exactly what's in store.

Some of our old enemies are now our best friends
we've all had our fights but we made amends,
now we all have to face goodbye together
when our tassels cross our face, we'll be gone forever.
Another set of memories will be wiped from the plate
and another set of children will walk to the slate
but we'll all remember our friends
and how we never saw the end.

Why can't we all go back to Kindygarten?
Then we can all grow up again.
Maybe it would be more fun,
if we could actually take another run.
But there is no more Kindygarten
the world is ready for us,
but we'll all have to hope and trust
that our memories won't fall victim to rust.
Let's all remember blocks, paint and naps,
maybe then it won't make us cry to see gowns and caps.
Here's to Kindygarten, and life back when
we were so young and life had no end.