Reminiscent of Youth

Back to the window, I sit and glare. When we were young, easier to please. I'm just sitting in my rocking chair. Now I watch the world pass by and stare. Remembering days of carefree ease. Wouldn't let pain slow us down, were fine. Run around, climb then jump off our shed. Not knowing then at that certain time. We'd never be closer to our prime. Knock on wood-no broken bones, just bled. Wanderlust of our youth now to fade. Though the final price is still unclear. The total taxes on bodies made. By everyone, this will have been paid. Until our bodies will not change gear. I'd say that life was better than fair. To look back at all we did as kids. So here I sit in my rocking chair. Back when our lessons were learned with care. Of all the dares and raising the bids.