James S Newcomb Lang
When I Was Young - Poem by James S Newcomb Lang
When I was young, life was fun
And filled with sunny days.
I’d not a care and all was fair
My youth was a blissful haze.
But as I grew, what was true
Unfolded into a lie.
My innocence gone, I’m left forlorn
So I often question why.
To remain a child so meek and mild
Is a dream that cannot be!
For as we grow, we come to know
That our world is a travesty!
My halcyon day’s, are all now gone
And confusion has come in their stead.
The truth I knew, has fallen through
Now my boyhood dreams are dead.
I work to live, not live to work
But still I have no time.
For the place I’d be, if I were free
And my life was more sublime.
I miss my youth and lack of truth
That made me so content.
For the visions I saw, are no more
Now I feel so impotent!
So is this all I can expect
Until the day I die.
Or will once more my wings unfold
And allow my thoughts to fly?
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