I look back to that time
when  joys were simple,
before
awareness of pain
and suffering
had started
to leave their mark.

Where have they gone,
those times of
yesteryear?
How do I rediscover
those simple joys,
experienced
before the aches
and tribulations
of adult life
had intervened?

Alas
the past
continually advances;
the future recedes.
There will be
less and less to
anticipate,
and more and more
to recall.


The future is a foreign country
and I don’t speak the language.