When I was a kid
I had balloons
Lots and lots of balloons
I would hold on to the end of their string
Let them transport me away
They would take me to the skies
Over the city’s scrapers
Amongst the cool winds and the birds
I could see everything down below
People marching about like ants
Trucks the size of my toy car
Factories and schools all looked alike
Marvellous things all around
Yet I gazed at the clouds
Those white, fluffy balls
Floating, wandering aimlessly
Just how I wished to be
I would jump from one cloud to another
Like an astronaut on Moon
With my gravity-defying balloons
Hours and hours would jump with me
Till the daylight disappeared
And dark clouds and fatigue took over
Then I would descend
Upon the mundane earth
Into my warm room with a cozy bed
I would sleep on a cloud-like pillow
Smiling, dreaming
Of another fascinating trip the next day
That’s how my childhood passed
But now I’m a grown man
With those balloons still with me
They could still transport me to the skies
I just don’t let them
I’m a grown man now
Frank Solanki 
Good switch up. Buoyant, even. (smile)
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Wonderful! Why does being a grown up mean we have to forget about our balloons? Never let go of those balloons. Fly with them still into adulthood. We could all use a little more childhood innocence. Thank you!!
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Love it! As a grown man now, I find I need more balloons to lift the extra weight I now carry 😊
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One’s enough for anyone!
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Wow. So beautiful and so deep. Transported me to another place entirely.
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This takes me back to the good old innocent days… 😌
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Nice. Brings back childhood memories. Life will be beautiful if ever we gain our innocence and enthusiasm of a child.
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Reblogged this on Kash Voice and commented:
Wonderful post
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So, Frank, this grown man will have to find the child within – and just let him.
“They could still transport me to the skies
I just don’t let them
I’m a grown man now”
miriam
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Love this…it has brought back many childhood memories drifting into adulthood. The excitement of drifting across the skies into space. This is definitely a teachable moment. Our imagination and dreams can become a reality that can even transport us to the Moon. Dreams do come true. Thanks for sharing 😊🌸
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You are most welcome.
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😌🙏🌸
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I love this!:-) Thank you. I used to daydream about flying too. Trying never to grow fully up, it slows down creativity.
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Beautiful imagery
When being young we aim for the sky in pursuit to fly and when we grow older, we restrict ourself in our world and never aim for the sky for the fear of fall.
Give me the permission to reblog it.
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Sure. Go ahead.
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Thank you!
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The last line strikes me as ironic, saying the opposite of what you mean. Wordsworth: the Child is the father of the Man. Or anyway, your poem raises a doubt. I really like this for the reason of that honest question.
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It’s amazing how we all still carry those proverbial balloons but we treat them as shackles as we get older. Who knows? Maybe they are. But I do appreciate the simple yet captivating imagery in this poem. Wonderful work as always.
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Thanks a lot.
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So simple yet so effective. Thank You for sharing this with us, and also for visiting my blog. Much Love,
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Thanks and welcome.
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