Those Were The Days It Seems

Birthday party games and treats linger long In the memory, like the calming light of dreams. O liquid days before stifling darkness! O wondrous time of innocent surprises! When cares and fears dissolved with the morning dew. O pleasant, languorous afternoon hours! ; Not measured by incessant clocks or deadlines; When life was covered in pink and white icing. Now it seems, in hindsight, that in a sense, A certain amount of sentimental Artifice, warms our very hearts and souls, And helps us to deal with cold reality.