How did I miss this? I'm familiar with the feeling. I suppose in some way, we could blame the society that we live in, but what good would that do? I think that everyone should have those precious, child-like moments. I'm attempting to make my childhood last as long as I can, I don't suppose it'll make any difference. Yet again, great poem. For some reason, I always seem to identify with your wotk.
The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.