Remain a child at heart

This poem is dedicated to all the child within us 

Here I am, sitting in my cubicle
Rolling my memory back to life's chronicles
Days when playing whole day: the only commitment
Alas, ending with my mother's stick treatment
Throwing my bag on the floor, after school
And waiting for mom's coffee was uber cool
Times when videogames, cartoons and Hotcars
Were spicing my life, rather than programming, coding and logics
Often, my creativity was unleashed at
The freshly painted walls of my house
Ultimatum being, the short naps on my mother's laps
Missing those days, really are we
Asking god daily a rewind button, very eagerly
Each day increases our maturity,
Sad part is, diminishing our childish nativity
Only looking back on our past
The things we missed glare at us with aghast
Take a vow, shall we
Remain a child at heart forever.