Can you remember the young days?
The days when we were young?

Everyday was exciting, different
Every trip an expedition
Every game mattered
no matter how silly or made up

Every night we were scared
by ghosts lurking in the shadows
but every morning we rejoiced
The ghosts were all gone

Every puddle was an ocean
Every cloud had a face
Every tree was a dear friend
And butterflies danced just for us

Every page of every book
especially those with pictures
was full of wonder and possibilities
and a springboard for our imagination

We could spend hours alone
Just dreaming up things
But we also wondered why
our friends can’t stay with us all the time

Everything about the young days is gone now
Nothing seems the same
We’ve lost our capacity to wonder
But at least we have our memories