Poezja

A dim shadow of memories of a time that flew away
In the sunshine spot of heart, the child is still at play
The child is still there, his face glowing in smile
Though what came of him traveled many a mile
He wanted to be a man; it’s what he really willed
He didn’t know the vagaries of life’s battlefield
Man he did become steering the rough ride
But the child survived somewhere deep inside
It’s what makes us go, keeps our heart clean
Always lying there, in the sunshine spot within!