In the meadows filled with flowers, where we
used to play for hours
In the far off hazy day dreams of our youth,
In the seasons filled with laughter, planning life
forever after
Then the shadow moved across us, named as
‘Truth’.
Well, there have been times for laughter, but its
not forever after,
And the flowers of long ago have lost their scent
We still yearn for sun kissed hours, reach out
blind to find the flowers
Ask ourselves that timeless question, where they
went.
Foolish youth with all your yearning, there's a
bitter way of learning,
That your dreams will oft be shattered, turn to dust,
As you travel down lifes pass, watch the sand sink in
the glass,
You’ll find life is often fair, but never just.
© Sammichon, 8 months ago