My Childhood Poem by Hasan Haskovic

At first there was light
The voice of unknown
Beauty and purpose
Something into which we are grown

Back then, just a handfull of years
A time which had no meaning
Not that I could discern
Yet so much melody, harmony, color
All the stars bright and gleaming
No dusk, no obscurity
Just plain emotion
Warmth and reality

With every passing year
The Sun shined less
Sorrow became more frequent
Yet unaccepted by the rest

Two handfulls have passed
Just yesterday, it seems
The reality closer, more bitter
Yet I've grown no stronger
From lifting the shards
Of my broken dreams
In years that followed

Tomorrow grew closer
Yesterday faded away
Blessings holding no meaning
And I no longer awaited the light of day

Today I live the third handfull
A grim monument to the past
Doing my best to remember when I was happy
A wonderful dream that could never last

My childhood