Days of our Youth

It seems only yesterday
we used to hold hands
laughter and sunshine
painted on our faces
stained with juice
and fresh with innocence.
When things were simpler
we never questioned
our immortality
or if the world
was bigger than our street.
We ran together,
the wind at our backs
and rolled in the splendor
of clover and green grass.
Picked dandelions for our mothers
breathed greedy gulps
of fresh air and youth.
It seems only yesterday
and yet so far away.
As we remember how the sun went down
and we saw the first glimpses
of darkness.
It started so subtle
like a vine creeping up a building.
And we realized,
that there were cloudy days
sometimes so dark
we wondered if our eyes were even open,
as we blinked through it all
And we turn around to realize
that our home has been sold
all there is a house now.
The world seems so much bigger
as we rub our eyes at sky scrappers.
And loses its charm with insurance payments;
laundry, gasoline, failure, broken hearts.
Things will never be
what they once were
when we were innocent.