thoughts also changes and become worthless with time

there was a time, wen i wept for my clay toy,
which fallen from my hand and broke,
there a time, wen  i cried for the girl,
who was punished by teahcer, not for remembering her leason,
there was a time, wen the stories of my grandmom,
wud made me happy, very happy,
there was a time, wen a single 25 piece coin, given by my father,
and i wud have jumped in joy,
ran to buy a chocklate,
and now days.....

they seems very tinnny and chidishly
have i grown too much?

or i have lost my simplicity and innocence...!

have i become just a businessman ?

or have become a machine???