The child in man as grows

A child as grows enjoys rainbow of joys, Many a marvel in a wondrous world, Joys mingling with toys getting bouncy buoys, A world of birds and butterflies unfurled. As comes his youth that changes only toys, Rewards of life so naïve staying no more-- Boys chasing girls, and girls giggly at boys, And soon mid-age knocks at a blissful door, Clay pots as if in kiln get to ripen, Realities reel out nigh hard and keen, The joys of old times no more enliven, Time knocks, nudges him to kneel, look within, In hope he grows old, fulfilled life to find, But grows blasé, bliss of ere left way behind. ___________________________ Sonnet | 08.09.2014 | life, reflection, childhood, youth, joys, old age Note: As one grows old he tends to reflect on his past