The World I Knew

The world I knew, now seems so small As I wander through my childhood home Of faded paint and quiet rooms That holds the past within these walls Marked by time that crayons made Pictures of a wondrous place Where little hands would sit and draw Dreams that never seem to fade Till dark would come and hide their shape Then morning brought them back to me And carry me away To the world I knew that mattered most That taught me how to fly With storybooks and paper planes I learned no one could take my wings This spirits only mine That comes to life, young or old We never leave behind Unlike the walls whose silence grows Quiet to the world I knew That never fades with time Kevin D. Fix