Reflections

Where have they gone, the days of my life. All the days of the years of my life? Oceans of days lost in the past, unnoticed, unheeded, slipped from my grasp. I recall with regret and some small despair and wish in my heart I had been more aware of time passing by and living my life.All the days of the years of my life. Where are they now, the friends of my youth, the friends that I made in my youth? Shadows of friends, memory mislaid. Vibrant young memory, when did it fade? I try to remember what I’ve left behind, the road I have travelled, and what I might find if I journey back through the days of my life to the days of the youth of my life. Where did they go? Bright days of my life All the days, of the years, of my life.