Searching for childhood

Searching for childhood

A Poem by

Much have changed since the time I've been
Ways have changed , ways I've heard and seen.

But mind retains the note of early day ,
when the song of life was sung a different way .

With nothing to leave and and nothing to take away,
I tread upon this path , now the sun has set ,

darkness lights the path up ahead.
Silent as the silence of the dead .

Again I seek the beginning of the song .
As times before , I only find the end .

© 2011

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A wonderful poem;touching hearts with no doubt. Here's to so many more.

Posted 8 Years Ago

beautiful You shine when you speak of a innocence of heart.i think what i like best in you is the difference in you and most Indian poets.India prizes conformity and education it is unusual to find a true heart and soul that speaks to the masses in plain english

Posted 9 Years Ago

Seeking the begining only to find that the phase was at its end, this poem is growing on me and it is so universal in the feelings that it stirs up.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Excellent poem about childhood memories.. the searching for something of the past.. I could sense the need and longing in this well crafted poem. Great job!

Posted 10 Years Ago

Sad... But beautiful... i loved the way you have started expressing more in very less words...

Posted 10 Years Ago

nice! makes you think... i love the imagry of "darkness lights the path up ahead/ silent as the silence of the dead" creepy! awesome!

Posted 10 Years Ago

A sad remberance cuts through the night, a path to the end.
well chosen words, a real poet with the power to humble
I tip my head in respect~


Posted 10 Years Ago

Hon, you will find youth passes so slow and old age goes way to fast..just enjoy each moment you are allowed on this earth..Kathie

Posted 10 Years Ago

I love how the ending seems to be more than a summary.. it leads you back to the beginning to read this piece over and over. Well thought.

Posted 10 Years Ago

In retrospect, the days of our youth always seem to be unique and offer an alure no longer found.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on February 15, 2011
Last Updated on April 7, 2011


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