You can't go back to what once was
the memories of childhood days
of butterflies and wooley worms
of slipping through a maze
of puddles warm and wonderful
of jacks and balls and kites
of holding hands and jumping rope
of monsters in the night
of sleeping out beneath the stars
of campfires burning bright
of presents set around a tree
of stories told by candlelight
of mice and frogs and football games
played on neighbors lawns
of marbles, tops and hoola hoops
of spotted wobbly fawns
the memories of these wonderous things
grow bigger every day
as we reach our twilight years
and time starts to slip away
you can't go back and do again
the things that you once did
but enjoy the wonderful memories
of when you were a kid.
