An Afternoon So Awaited

Do I recall all the summer's careless days, running wild on daisy's fields, imagining how eternal was time, never counting minutes or hours? All the freedom to explore ensued joys and gave shivers to the spine! Do I lay down on soft grass and stare at a resplendent sky, being glad surrounded by tranquility; idling my time in spoiled ways, putting away books and pencils... to be dreaming and watching clouds? An afternoon so awaited was put off for uncongenial reasons when winter was all white and terribly cold; do loving thoughts feel different from sentimental moments? Have I renounced discovery thinking I'm old? There's overwhelming anxiety in me refusing to pluck the petals of this lovely daisy, not too sure what your response will be; is happiness as vain as smiles without honesty? What I have awaited can't make a comeback to excite, my fingers leave their mark on the pictures almost faded; only memory can salvage them not the stubborn head that tries to put together the little it has to mesmerize! An afternoon so awaited to unleash a joy long held inside is another fantasy not easily captured by the fogged mind; years have passed and dreams have not changed; the only obstacle I'm facing is the awareness of age!