Full Circle . . .

I walk to the place I laughed the most wholly With stars in my hair and holding a dripping ice lolly I look to the days when laughter was just gay when true to her word mum was just a shout away Holding onto memories, rejoicing in my past Alas I have forgotten about this day that has past My children I watch with a numbed expression Wet cheeks abound in this selfmade prison I fear not what may happen but build a masked exterior Depressed and saddened I awaken in this manner Angst and bleak I sleep with this dilemma Yet unknownst I hold onto this past long unveiled Begone unhappiness rejoice in these here times Look to their future, for my progeny it will rewind