Missed are times of peace
Times of solemness
Laughter and carelessness
Running rampant through the wood at home

Missed are days of youth
In all their greatness
Excitement of the minds
Sneaking carefully through the underbrush

Missed are seconds of happiness
That needed no intelligence
No cause of why
Smiling loudly on the banks of the river

Missed are moments of truce
Between anxiety and calm
All the things that must be done
Sitting hunched under piles of worry

Missed is childhood
Blessed times
This is an elegy
Moaning the death of time

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