Let me tell you of years gone by
Eternal summers playing under bright blue skies
To cold winters with men with charcoal for eyes.
From the first day I walked adventures ensued
Around every corner, something new
I began to grow
As the world grew smaller, unlike me
The imagined worlds I invented ceased to be.
No longer games of heroic wars, or dragons to slay.
|time to learn, no time for play.
To days of school hood fears, and adolescent tears.
I grew
Into the man you see,
From those days in the sun, and the loss of innocent fun.
To responsibility, childhood dreams a whimsy of youth.
Reality holds firm, nothing but the truth
Looking to the future, and the path ahead.
I still grow
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Wonderful poem, well written, nice flow. I'm always writing about my childhood. There's so much we can say about our childhood. -I like this '......Eternal summers playing under bright blue stars........To cold winters with men with charcoal for eyes......' Absolutely beautiful!