as my mind drifts back in time
i live my youth, days left behind
friends from many years ago
some they stay
others go
sometimes i see the child in me
so young & careless
so wild & free
the child is gone
the years flew by
sometimes i sit & wonder why
but now i sit here all alone
wishing the child had never grown...

� Penny Cook

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