the lost second age

It faded….to an age which I remember with fondness

Today eyes roused to snare like pain

Dawn craving me to live the mediocre life with enthusiasm

And I strive to whisk away what is expected of me

Now moving in the road I chose from an array

The music of my life depending solely on the keys I use

the lost second age

But oh how I wish I knew then, on those days of innocence and joviality

That it would pass in to a memory which I would visit again and again

Behind those laughter and cheers I glistened

Failing to know then, it was a memory vast already.

-Theresa George