When I was young and innocent
Never questing nor doubting
Cocooned within parents protecting love
Without fears of what might be
Playing in fields of swaying corn
Exploring woods, swimming rivers and lakes
Sharing with friends joys of boyhood
When all was bright and pure
Old age kindles memories
Time lost sun drenched summers days
Childhood among Surrey hills
Where I ran sweet and true
Without time passing swiftly
And Death close upon my heels.
Happiest Of Days
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