Looking Back

Remember when summer used to be full?
Comforting sun and warm, bright mornings,
Humid summer nights spent playing spotlight,
And during the day we’d all ride our bikes.
Eating at Dairy Queen with our parents’ money
in our care free world where all things were funny.
When every minute passed by was as fresh as the last.
And these summers now, spent in the past.
Routine of working, from day until night,
No time for play in our clear of sight.
Childhood reminiscing makes the heart jealous,
Because in those times, we all were so zealous.

Or when the fall was so full of color.
Stacks of leaves we’d create are now much smaller.
School did not matter; it was a time to see friends
Friday night football, no feeling transcends.
Anticipation of winter, snow days ahead.
All of these emotions, now running dead.
Looking back to these feelings, my mind becomes sad.
Because now this fall routine troubles me mad.
Why can’t we have the thoughts of our childhood?
If I could go back, I easily would.

Or when the winter would freeze the roads for no school.
Even a two hour delay would make the kids drool.
Crisp, cool air would make breath seen,
With white all over and every thing clean.
Remember when the snow would light up faces?
This feeling again, my body embraces.
Dead silence at night made the world calm.
Drying of lips and that smell of lip balm.
Now all that’s heard is complaining of cold,
The snow’s such a hassle, repeating this scold.

Or when the spring showers would smell of fresh flowers.
We then used to dream of having super powers.
As the temperature increased, mixed feelings arose.
We’ll miss the snow days, but summer’s so close.
Fresh cut grass and dew in the mornings.
But now all spring means is flash flood warnings.
This life is not measured by money or power.
Success without feeling will only devour.
Take a step back and reflect in the spring.
See all the feelings childhood memories will bring.

Why are our lives so consumed with maturity
that we’re blinded from beauty and the world’s security.
So serious we are, and so sad it can be
that we forget these memories of when we were free.
When the world had no struggles other than sleep,
And doing work meant playing in the street.
Or having friends over to stay up all night.
Our faces back then were always so bright.
Now we look past the simplicities of life.
We do anything we can to look for strife.
By taking a glance from a child’s perspective.
We can make our lives way more effective.