Times
At play, gone by
Without a whisper
Of an oft remembered
Whimper,
As we long
For the days
Of play
When we were
Carefree and
At once
Unafraid
Of all
That surrounded
Us
In touch with
Our true selves
Without
The baggage
That comes with age
Yet,
We can remove
What’s in our parcel
And let go
Of those unneeded
Scruples, and mis
Understandings
Made along the way, and
Create a day
Where we are light,
With delight,
And
Able to revel
In the play
Of life
With
Fancy,
Just like when
We were little
Running,
And jumping,
Not a care in the world
For we didn’t know
About cares
Why would
We dare?
When you are young
You are focused
On creating
Beauty
With every finger
Touched
By Presence
And, guess what?
You can play
That way
Today
Even with
The age, which
Is upon
Our collective face
For inside,
You are still
Young, my friend
So take the day
And play
Away
