Where is spark that once ignited,
the magic of what was to be?
Watching young children jubilant,
I wish I was still that carefree.
Look in their eyes so full of hope,
age of innocence to recollect.
Young minds yet to be molded,
void of educational itellect.
Wide eyed childhood dreams,
lived life simple and with ease.
Bee made honey, the robin sang,
thats all we knew of birds and bees.
Where is that lost exuberance,
that shone in my eyes as a child?
Why did it leave, where did it go,
it has been gone a long long while.
