Happiest Of Days

When I was young, innocent, full of dreams Never questing, doubting, seeing only goodness Cocooned safe within parents protecting love Without fear of what the future might bring. Happiest of days playing in fields of swaying corn Exploring woodlands, swimming in rivers and lakes Sharing treasured golden delights of boyhood When all was sweet and wondrously bright. Now old age holds me fast and I summon memories Reliving lost boyhood sun drenched summer days When I was joyful with long gone friends Running free and joyful, healthy and robust Without relentless ticking of time pressing hard And death ever closer to take me into the dark.