My days were once of a childhood, free from worry,

That which appeared to be so devastating not quite the same.

I saw myself playing in the dirt, carefree times with you,

Beyond the streets from where we lived, an adventure gone.

Where went yesterday, it went far away from where we sit,

A thought of before comes from all that I have been and seen.

It never comes back but from within our minds, a place of our own,

A thought of before, before I was here, before tomorrow comes.

Keith Garrett