Things Forgotten Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

THINGS FORGOTTEN

Into the realm of make believe
My thoughts of you do roam,
Of brilliant thrilling fantasy
They seem to take me home.

Of times so carefree and unadorned
When childish friendship bade
And to a time forgotten,
Of Life's foundation laid.

How kind those memories seem to stir
Of running barefoot and free,
To chase the fluttering butterflies
Oh, how we laughed with glee.

Such childish things we've put behind
Such reckless things forgotten,
A time our lives were sheltered so
As though were wrapped in cotton.

Do memories ever seep into
The steadfast life you lead,
Or do your conscious decisions
Those memories impede.

When grown-up life does soon enact
The boredom of our age
And bygone days are soon forgot
In hunt of Life's new wage.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

© 7-17-07
Ms. Caroline