Childhood memories seem a dream
Reminiscence frames them in clouds of gray.
Years have faded their clarity with shades
And shrouds them in many yesterdays.
Recalling a place, a world away
Your imagination stays you from sleeping
Lessons and breathing, nature and believing
Impressions of mortality are oblivious to a seedling.
Innocence and energy their two true possessions
Answers curiosity with the open ended question
Born with a yearning for knowledge and wisdom
Lifetimes of learning, the eternal seen through a prism.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The power of recall in our youthfulness and the courage to face now and the coming times somehow begs the question is there futility to aging? Very thought provoking! ! ! Thanks for sharing.