Have you ever thought
Why people yearn
For their childhood
Have you wondered
Why they pondered
About the years
When they feared
The uncertainty of the dark
The absence of light
Or perhaps when their
Teeth fell out?


This and their only world
Was woven around
With a bold, maybe...
But a glass dome of naivety
That gaze through life
Was drawn from
A golden tray of novelty
And all must agree
How raw children may be
They were happy
When they laid their head
On their silk bed
What roared after
However
Was a calamity
That slept sinister
hiding under
the vanishing years

The dome shattered upon
The pain
And the rain!
of
Living more
Knowing more
Seeing more
Feeling more
Desiring more
Accepting more
But enough?
nevermore!
Hereupon, that is
The tragedy
The agony
The malady

The calamity

Of so long
so long life.