The Child Who Once Was Me

Staring back into the memories blanketing my past

Flipping through the snapshots makes the years go by too fast

Each picture holds an instant—a single drop of time

Yet photographs can’t capture all the life that has been mine

To someone else, perhaps a smiling child is all they see

I see the joy and innocence of someone who was me

Each picture is a window to the time when it was made

And often gazing back through them, I wish I could have stayed

Banishing my worries with a gleeful childish grin

Rejoicing in simplicity and peace from deep within

Wistfully, I carry on with the way that life must be

Still envying the freedom of the child who once was me