My Youth
My youth, where did it go?
A lifetime slipped quickly away
and looking back, those are the days I miss;
days of endless play without a worry or a care
knowing how grandma's house was always waiting there.
How foolish were my dreams
pondering every wish and foolish imaginings, soon to be real.
Gene Autry and Roy Rogers sang on the radio
years before the tv tube was affordable and only black and white
and now, does anyone but me remember simpler days?
Puddle splashings in the rain
bike treks along wooded terrain racing thru dirt paths
where every neighbor knew your name
and marbles, comic books and baseball cards
were an everyday embellished game in someone's backyard.
How quickly things have changed
guess nothing ever stays the same
but those memories are not vague but abundant and clear
perhaps as we age, we return to the simpler years.
My lost youth disappearing in the mirror cast,
but hey after all that's going on today
I'm still here, ready to play.
for Craig Cornish's My Youth 12/11/18
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
