I miss the days of old
the innocence of childhood
times of happiness and rejoicing
the simplicity of life.
when your hardest decision was:
what shirt to wear this day
I miss playing in the park
I miss jumping in the freshly fallen leaves of Autumn
I miss dancing in the warm rain of a midsummer's storm
I miss crying for no particular reason
I miss believing in the jolly bearded man
I miss the seemingly endless hours of learning to read
long gone are the days of pure excitement,
the quest for knowledge,
and the questioning of everything.
boy how the times have changed.
where did I go wrong?
Now I am left with naught but memories
oh what I would give to go back