Growing Young

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” – Proverb

I can’t go back

to the days now faded.

I hold my light

to memories most shaded.

I illuminate my mind,

burning away my struggle;

I want back the time –

its not worth the trouble.

I must think forward

and not dwell on “ifs”.

I can’t work backward

for the present, I forget.

The pain I feel goes away

and I accept the fact I’m Growing.

Thoughts that come seem to stay

and turn into dreams hardly showing.

Add another day, and another;

I seem to grow older.

Just take away my age

as it’s just a number.

It’s Time to leave and find youth

before my days go on.

I want to grow younger, that’s the truth;

I search for innocence as time I lose.