When I was young
I was little
Could not see much further.
I could dream
Speculate,
And walk over branches.
Not everything went as I wanted
Things got a little strange sometimes.
But I would find different things
To grasp and adjust to them.
Danger was there always.
I looked at you in a gentle way
You had an open confident Smile
But I could not even hi say
Later we got to connect
In a very precious day.
Hard to find words to reflect.
That was funny we had to meet
A few years later
And it was really sweet
But I was younger
And saw things different.
Could not know how to keep
The best version.
I guess we don't know how to see
The best Things, the best way
So If I go back to the top of that tree
Where my childhood often sees
The best to come, a hope in me
I think I want to stay.
Definitely a nostalgic poem but I guess that you can see things bright now too. The power to dream is always here but
as grown ups we are living a script.
While before we could imagine and play
Are we the audience, the actors or the authors of our lives??