Have we grown for good?

well I guess this is going to be slightly emotional:-(
Yesterday flipping through the pages of past I came across my first poem that I wrote some 8 years ago(1999) in my school days. It goes like this...

My Daily Routine.

At 6 O'Clock my morning starts( now 11 O'Clock!!! )
Slowly slowly the time passes fast
I read in the morning up to 8:30
and go for bath at 8:50.( horrible rhyming:-( )

At 9 AM I go to take my lunch ( what I call breakfast now:-))
but here my mother gives me a punch
That, that you have to arrange your book
Again she gives me a stare look.

At 9:30 I go to my school
On the road I see many fool
On reaching school everyone say me good morning
But, I ask what is good in this morning. ( so very bad rhyming:-( )

At 10:15 my first period begins
And in this way here comes my tifin ( nothing else matters:D)
At 4 PM when the bell rings
Students leave their classroom and sings. ( grammar crucified for rhyming :-p)

When I reach my home a little late
I see my mom standing at the gate
At 7 PM I start my studies
But I see my mother surrounded with worries.

At 9PM I go to watch television
and say that I am tired as a reason
At 10:30 when I go to bed
In dreams I see the whole world is red.

In spite of all the blunders made, being my first poem I still love this.
And more than that when I read it now I love it for its simplicity. Its so difficult to write like this now.
Can we afford to be so unconcealed now?
Today before writing things I need to think twice about the level up to which things can be revealed and then the ways to do that.
That may make things more enigmatic and appealing but somewhere in the process I loose naiveté and simplicity in my compositions.
So sometime I think, Have we grown for good?
Hmmmmmmm......................................................
Chalo anyways got to work now:-(