Alice Doesn'T Live Here Anymore
Those past days are long gone
when children's stories echoed on the lawn
and silly games were played by all
laughter ringing happily in the halls;
rolling in the grass, the garden blooms that formed
the rabbit hole where imagings were born
all gone now lost to time and age and life storms
when silly poems and rhymes were written on the page
by someone wiser who left that imaginary stage;
there was an escape, adventures that lay in store
where dreams and hopes were ingrained to our core
as time's passage closed each and every door
and all that remains - is the memory we've retained
and the reality of growing up and growing old
are fewer adventures of Alice and her stories told
and that white rabbit slipping down the hole
disappeared with Alice's heart and soul.
“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
Alice, Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
original written 7/23/19
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