Back when days were young
And time was cheap.
With endless days to spend
On timeless tasks beneath the summer sun.
It was hard enough to keep
Your hands free of sap, shoes free of dirt.
Eyes closed midst cold nights
And bottoms still in bended church
And yet now, somehow, the opposite is true,
As I have grown into a full blown,
Sleep loving, adult.
Who has forgotten how to play
without care or concern
Who has forgotten good found
Inherent value of dirt
Old shoes, and looking back
