I sit and write my thoughts; remembering youth was fine,
Pondering on the present; soon lost in earlier time.
Happiness of childhood awash with daring, caring days.
Hide-and-seek, hopscotch; bull-rush; life a happy phase.
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It is worth remembering the past, especially when it brings joy to your present face......like an autobiography, this poem covers the early days of the poet in amazingly described scenes.. beautiful poem.