Childhood is a world of wonder—endless days of adventure, scraped knees that felt like badges of honour, and laughter that never seemed to fade. Rolling in Time is a poetic tribute to those fleeting yet unforgettable moments. From the joy of rolling down grassy hills to the ticking clock of Now O’Clock, this childhood poem captures the essence of youthful innocence and the magic of growing up.
If you’ve ever longed to relive the golden days of childhood memories, this poem is for you. Let’s roll back through time together.
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Rolling in Time
Roly-poly back through space
Pick a second, pick a place
Trophy bruises, kingdoms lost
Kid-stones gathering no moss
Spinning, bouncing, sideways roll
Stain your clothes and stain your soul
Giggle tick and whooping tock
Always chiming Now O' Clock
Melting moments vaporise
Vanishing before your eyes
Hundreds more line up to start
March to life inside your heart
Hours drag, a week's a year
Your address is, 'Happy Here.'
In the detail, in the blink
Rolling first before you think
Rolling hills you loved to climb
Roly-poling back in time
Mark Bird
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