A particular taste
Took me back years:
To before all the tension,
And all the tears.
The taste of a tomato
And honeyed ham roll,
Took me way back
To the days of old.
To when we’d have picnics
In the local park;
And when we’d play out
Until it grew dark.
Back then, my world
Was a happier place,
And a cheerful smile
Often graced my face.
Just for a moment,
I travelled back to a time,
When I happily had
A less troubled mind.
I imagined being
A child again:
A time when I had
No mental pain.
As we get older,
We have worries and cares,
Which, when we are kids,
Are simply not there.
That particular taste,
I hadn’t had in a while,
And when it hit home,
It brought out a smile.
As, around my mind,
My troubles now churn,
To childhood days,
I’d love to return.
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