My Buried Childhood

Something once you holded ,
One day you must give it up.

We humans walk on the passage to  heaven,
What we carried once,
We throw it away  maybe.

Poor is those who keep the old toys,
They will know to be turned down,
And not only!
They fall on the byways,
Because of the burden !
But I sympathy them ,
Like sympathy  my pets,
They'll be old child without wisdom,
And I will be redeemed ,
Because  I'm  willing to give up.
So could  I reach top.

But,one asks me"what about memory of childhood?"

I don't give them up,but bury it,
And  they grow up as the trees,
For me to rest,
By the way to heaven!