The joy I felt in life when lad I was
Was always better than the bliss that's now;
Oh, how I wish my childhood I could pass
Again, with parents' affection and love!
But then, the days by-gone can never come;
In adult life, the joys I get are scarce;
As parent, I am experienced but dumb,
As life appears unkind and almost farce.
I near my second childhood very soon;
My children may be tending to me then;
Will I be able to see sun and moon?
Will earth be hell in old age or heaven?
My childhood years were best and passed off fast;
That real joy is now a thing of past!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-2-2016
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