A Child. By Storm Griffiths.

What do you do when you find

That things you thought were real, are not?

Is there disappointment

For missed adventures?

Or intense relief 

For struggles not had?

Is THAT when you become an adult?

When your hopes, dreams, and fantasies

Are knocked down by cruel reality?

When fairies are child's tales

Ogres and giants just legends

And elves and dwarves are locked up

On pages hardly read?

I guess I'll never be an adult then,

For those things are alive to me,

They jump out of pages

when I open a book,

They are part of me for a while.

And if being an adult means giving this up,

Then I'd much rather be a child.