You Used To Love
Do you recall the innocence
that accompanied being young?
And the very first-time snowflakes
landed upon your lips and tongue?
Can you remember a wild rose
with its spicy, fruity perfume?
And the smell of apple blossoms
when the orchard is in full bloom?
Can you recall the summer you
saw fledgling birds take off and fly?
And the night you felt a kinship
to the stars twinkling in the sky.
Do you remember the first time
freshly cut grass tickled your toes?
And the first time you climbed a tree
or saw a scarecrow scaring crows?
When you were young, you'd marvel at
flakes fluttering down from above.
And yet, now that you're all grown up,
you ignore what you used to love.
Are you so busy chasing dreams
that you forget you live in one?
Life itself is a fantasy;
filled with wonder and heaps of fun.
(Quatrain)
1/14/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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