CHILDHOOD

Childhood

Childhood passes in the blink of an eye.

Next thing we know it is time to die.

Time is a funny thing.

We can’t understand.

Yesterday I was a young boy.

Today I am an old man.

Memories of yester year,

Of faces and places we hold dear.

Childhood is over, old age is here.

Voices from the past, ring in my mind so clear.

You’ll be old one day, they shout and say.

Gone is your beauty, no longer to stay.

Childhood has past and loved ones have gone.

To a new home in the great beyond.

You will look around and be standing along.

That is how it is when we come to the end.

All alone without family or friend.

Childhood is fading, oh what a fright.

You will wake up tomorrow and lost your sight.

Time is up and we have lost the fight.

Childhood is over, the time is near.

Loved ones are calling, with glad tidings and cheer.

Welcoming us home, good bye to down here.

Good bye, my dears.

Written by: David M. Shuler

19MAY2017