Thursday, 5 January 2012

Back then they crawled, but now they flew.





If I could live those days again
In wood-clad rooms and on the fens,
In cobbled courts and winding streets,
Where life was laid right at my feet.

Days once grey, now silver-sheened,
If only this I could have seen:
That beauty lay outside my door,
That time I've lost, forever more.

If I could live those days afresh,
I'd do much more and care much less.
I'd say to sorrow - stay away,
And hold my petty fears at bay.

If only I could start anew,
Back then they crawled, but now they flew.
Days that felt not special then,
If I could live those days again.