Scenes of Childhood

Running fancy free into a field, Chasing butterflies my path revealed, My arms outstretched into the sky, I am so happy--not caring why. Cooled by a fragrant soft Spring breeze, I trip and fall down to my knees, Then wistfully gaze into the sky, To watch the clouds drift slowly by. Slowly my youthful mind escapes, Into their billowy pillowy shapes, As my youthful imagination rages, Onto life’s unwritten pages. I reminisce about these scenes so well, But to them I’ve had to say farewell, To blend with the accepted propriety Of my adult world’s fast society. Though I mostly do what people expect, I sometimes upon my youth reflect, And dream nostalgically of my life then, Knowing I can never be that person again.