Life Has Changed... Poem by Robin Jain

I want to get back to the time when getting high meant on a swing,
when drinking meant apple juice,
when dad was the only hero,
when love meant mom's hug,
when dad's shoulder was the highest place on the earth,
when your worst enemies were your siblings,
when only thing that could hurt were wounded knees,
when only things broken were toys,
when friends used you for nothing but borrowing pencils,
and when goodbyes meant only till tomorrow.
Now memories make us realize that life has changed.......