Memories of my childhood.
Ancient feelings sweep past
of a comfortable delightful place
that once flourished inside me.
1
That light touch of timelessness
of hope, joy and happily ever after.
Promise of a future and devoid of loneliness
where there can be no regrets.
2
But as I grow older,
realities form solid foundations
and I forget what
I had once meant to do.
3
I'm losing that feeling.
I'll never get it back.
Only see it, with wide eyed jealousy
in the children of today.
4
One last chance
to leave myself in that place.
Find out who I am
and bid a reluctant goodbye.