Some Earnest-Life-Reflections

Nothing’s like one’s youth
Once we have become grown.

Yearning for the time
When life was a simple song.

Parents solved kid’s problems.
But when we’re ‘on our own….’

Youth-filled days will pass,
Wearing fragile like the gossamer.

Parents grow sick, old and feeble.
And some are long gone.

We learn to solve our own issues.
But oh for the times that once were.

© 2017 Walterrean Salley