MEMORIES IT SEEMS

 

When I was a child I played in the snow,

But that time was different, though –

Winter is winter and spring in spring

The beauty of life is now my thing . . .

A moon lit autumn – a moon lit night,

All the seasons are right –

But how I miss playing in the snow,

But the stages of life we have to let go –

Looking back to a time, a simple place,

But reality I have to face!

A childhood filled with dreams . . .

And in my mind are memories it seems

When I ran and played in the snow,

But time is different now, even though!

 

Epaphroditus© October 23, 2023