When a time is, asunder
An age so much younger
When grass becomes more than just green
Running all day
Every challenge a game
A dog beside you when you played
Back then, we were younger
Innocence, with wonder
In the schools we all morning prayed
We loved being children
Baseball in-season
The reason a hurry could not wait
There was a sweetness in Mary
Her spirit so happy
Then one day we were no longer the same
The children have played
Summer fun had to change
A child inside, still remained
Not long, then left longing
A wish so much, haunting
In our children relived every day
Though time changes us older
Love grows so much stronger
For our children to have, yesterday
(01/15/2024)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A splendid Poem on Lost Childhood.