The Thought

As I see the children grow,

            From mine eyes tears do flow.

As I think of my younger years,

            From mine eyes stream warm tears.

Years go ever onward

            And I see the world press forward.

The memories are vivid in my mind.

            The answers... I cannot find.

 

Is it really the same world?

            Or has my childhood playground disappeared?

The world was once filled with love,

            But now the world lies consumed by hatred.

Have we all forgotten...

            The joy of childhood days?

Have we broken our sacred vow...

            To protect our Earthly home?

 

It’s just a little notion.

            A joyful memory of a bliss-filled youth.

When the world was much kinder

            And when people lived in harmony.

A simple image within my mind.

            To try to restore the peace of yesterday.

A humble reflection...

            A wonderful thought.