When I was young,
I often wandered off on my own,
my eyes exploring everything I saw
and filed it away in my memory store.
Now as I’ve got older
those insignificant things
come back to me now and then.
They fill my life with sanity
when I think I’m going around the bend.
Some of those things
I incorporate in whatever I write.
A touch of nostalgia
for others who remember them as well.
28 April 2008
I see were you are coming from on this one....no pun intended....but therer are always new things to explore and add to our memory store: O)
As one gets older one tends to leave these explorations behind, but one shouldn't really, the joy of recapturing is something else.! ! ! ! ! Lovely words. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Childhood Adventures, when the world seems so great, over every hill a new adventure, sadly that does not last when you learn the true nature of life... Andy 10