The world held many a secret
In those days –
The way the sun rose on a fresh morning,
The way the world seemed to sigh at dusk
The way clouds could turn into fairytale shapes
Everything was smaller
A grand world of infinite magic
Between blades of grass
Life was good then.
No credit cards, no jobs,
No late nights lamenting concerns
Of school and love –
Every day was a new voyage.
I wanted so much to grow up, then.
To be like my elders, to be part of the world.
Had I only listened to them, and heeded their advice.
The younger days are fast gone,
And gone forever,
Except for in my memories.