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 undershrub


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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