Everything is rushing
To greet me at once
No longer those days
Of that free-willed bliss
each day that passes by
Brings me further back in time
Back into the depths
Of my memory-filled mind.
Digging up thoughts
Of mud and of trees;
Crawling and climbing
The bruised and skinned knees
Then come the years
Of baseball and frogs
Rough-housing friends
Clean fun in the yard.
Next is the age
Of self-conscious being
Does this age EVER pass?
I've yet to find out.
Now everyone's older
And growing apart
Finding their lives
And leaving me stranded.
Freedom, they think,
Is what they will find
Will they ever think back
Into their lonely minds?
Just to remember
Those days past and gone
The days that are growing
In my memory-filled mind.
