To Be Young Again

You know when was young, like six or eight Pretty girls to me were not for a date. The world to me was a big happy place, And the smile the same, on every face. Most beautiful I found the pouring rain, And of the shining sunshine, I thought same. The worms were God’s creatures, just like the cat, - And clowns were ugly in every hat. When I was young I wished to be older My mom said, ‘wish not this, ’ the wise told-her. Now aged, I wished to be young like then Unable - I relive youth through my pen. Copyright © 2008 Leslie Alexis