Inner Child

Winter came knocking and I opened the door,

And remembered what I had forgotten before.

That deep within me still lives an adventurous child,

With eyes full of wonder and a heart still as wild.

The snow-covered hills called out my name,

Even though my body is not the same.

Yet I braved the slick slopes as I once did,

And relived the sheer joy I felt as a kid.

I returned to a warm home with barely a bump,

And a joyful memory of feeling my heart jump.

Some may call it childish, such a risk to take,

But to forget the young boy is a bigger mistake.