If I were young,
Once again,
I would run all over the meadow,
Barefoot and carefree,
On the green grass free,
Without worry,
For stains on my knee,
And my clothes,
Could very well be,
Muddy and dirty,
As mother would yell at me,
Scolding me,
For being naughty,
But I have now learned,
That I should have never cared,
Because I may only be,
Young,
For once in my life,
As every minute is scarce,
And the value unknown,
To be young,
Once again.