How quickly our dreams’ childhood slips by Only yesterday they were young and bold Now they are no longer bouncy and spry They are haggard, tired and so very old Not too long ago they were warm, snuggly, nice to hold We thought they would become big and real, by and by But now they just sit there and complain and grow mold How quickly our dreams’ childhood slips by We thought when their wings grew they would fly In the morning they fluttered and shone like gold But when we looked away they turned grey on the sly Only yesterday they were young and bold While we were waiting for the future the years rolled Like a film in fast forward, and then we think, why, It’s here already, with a paunch, blood that’s cold And no longer quite so bouncy and spry There’s the school fees, grocery bill and the EMI Who has money or time for dreams, that fool’s gold We smile at those fancies now, for adults don’t cry They’re haggard, tired and so very old How quickly our dreams die