Outside the kids merrily play
Watching from my window everyday
To be a child once more
Longingly, I stand at the door
Pages of the past being able to rewrite
Contemplating, my heart filled with delight
Free of life's trials and tribulations
Momentary state of elation
Seeing myself running through the field
My plastic sword, I wield
Soaking up the warm summer's sun
My chores for the day done
Without a care
Lost in thought, I stare
Life's worries, I lack
To reality, snapping back
Gnarled old hand wipes away the sweat
As back in my seat, I sit
Years gone by so fast
Life, only briefly does it last
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Amen. I couldn't agree more; beautiful.