Immaturity is Better than Maturity

 

Those young and carefree weeks

Rosy smiles and rosy cheeks

That came up with the crunching of dry leaves

Or catching cold with wet sleeves

Passed away those winters with time

Time that is no more mine

Peaceful skies and the tranquil gale

The same serenity is on sale

Oh! Burdened are the flowers that blossom

What if my fruit tastes bitter and rotten

Happiness is always late known

Cause none can resize the grown