Gone is the innocence we owned a child,
days which were carefree – days we’d run wild.
Tents made from bed sheets with the wind fell down,
as we played in the trees which we hid from the town.
...
Read full text
I like this longing for childhood innocence. I have tried throughout to remain as much as i can child-like (not childish :)) . To try an answer to the question at the end of the poem: Perhaps if we add a stanza on a sincere prayer that no matter what age my do, to keep the child alive in us. Just an idea. The original poet knows always best.