Reflections

Give myself back to me,
When innocence was mine -
And insouciance was not.

Clouds were yet to be,
The air would smell of wine,
And thoughtless were thoughts.

When I could cry out loud,
And tears would easily flow,
Yet sadness was a fleeting phase.

And I needed no shroud,
No veil to hide the sorrow,
No flashback to my carefree ways.

We cried goodbyes to meet again,
And walked roads new, hand in hand,
Where in every tree would sing a bird.

Now reasoned relief replaces pain
When faces strange bid adieus bland
As love decays to a four lettered word.

Then rainy days were Mondays,
When games we played were fun ,
And fights were fraught with laughter.

Now I trudge my routine ways,
Through games fought to be won,
A smiling laughless raconteur.

Daneel Olivaw

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