Here I'm An Early Boy

(to an old photo of me, as an very young boy, writing poems...) Here I am an early boy wondering in my way, living dreams of joy with new rising day. Everything is on turning into its golden yearn and we grow in learning as the years on burn. Feelings come so easy moments go and rise, hours drifting on free with its many surprise. Young years on living worrying not at all, wonder hours giving 'till its next day's call. Now I have grown on finding different ways, youthful moments gone into their lost days. But I keep on going making dreams alive, worthy joy'sknowing dreams in their hive.