Happiest Of Days Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

When I was young, innocent, full of dreams
Never questing, doubting, seeing only goodness
Cocooned safe within parents protecting love
Without fear of what the future might bring.
Happiest of days playing in fields of swaying corn
Exploring woodlands, swimming in rivers and lakes
Sharing treasured golden delights of boyhood
When all was sweet and wondrously bright.
Old age holds me fast and I summon memories
Reliving lost boyhood sun drenched summer days
When I was joyful with long gone friends
Running free and joyful, healthy and robust
Without relentless ticking of time pressing hard
And death ever closer to take me into the dark.