From out of the drifting melodies
of childhood memories,
we hope to once more find,
the childish joys of paddling
through the Autumn rain,
listening to the glad refrain,
of being a laughing, playing, child again.
How impatiently we wait to grow up,
and act big, like grown ups do,
forgetting the ever enchanting
fragrant moments of
children's freedom from care.
As we grow older we look back fondly,
and remember how all too quickly
the childhood freedom left us
high and dry on life's rocky road.
Now we fondly wish we could once more gaze
into the crystal ball of yesteryears,
and recall back childhood's glorious freedom,
that now desserts our declining years.
The tumult of the chase of life
dies along the narrow,
twisting street of despair,
down which we trudge
with all of life's burden to bear.
Soon we'll be lifting the latch
to the other world,
remembering all the joys
of being a carefree,
laughing, playing, child again.
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