Days of Innocence

“I remember when I was young, the world had just begun and it was so fine.
I remember thinking about what it’d be like to be without but it was all mine.”

Days of innocence, days so free;
days when we could simply be.
Stick out your thumb, pull out a ride;
the days of our lives by us did glide.
The joy of meeting someone new;
the love of the journey always grew.
Will I get a lift or stand all day
with cars whizzing past on their way
to some other place l wanted to go;
somewhere new to my rhythm’s flow.
The road goes on and on you see,
and on that road you’re always free.
Free to find worlds yet unseen,
folks still unmet and pastures green.
I wander still deep in my soul.
I find it helps to keep me whole.
These days l miss my thumb and pack;
life with my world upon my back.
Now the comfort of hearth and home
means my heart alone does roam.
But still I know I grew so much
from that hard road with its gentle touch.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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