I can bearly remember now

 
when I was a very
young child I would
chase moonbeams
across the backyard
of midnight  
 
hunt for bears under
my bed
 
look confused when
adults said,
"WHAT IS THE MATTER
WITH YOU?
  WHY DON'T YOU GROW
  UP!"
 
...so I did...
 
now I can no longer
find moonbeams
 
and the bears have
all returned to the
forest of imagination
sad and disappointed