Elegy to Childhood

Once upon a time, it seemed I only needed hopes and dreams. The world was my oyster And I its pearl. The imagination of a little girl. I could do it all in an afternoon, Cast a spell, adventure the moon, But the sun now sets a little too soon. The falling sun, brings night- dark. Stifling. Truth. And one must abandon the imagination of youth. Once upon a time is done. Lost in the past, gone with sun. The world is an oyster, And I its grit. Left in the dark to sigh and sit. Passing the days, biding my time, Making up a stupid rhyme, Praying to God, someday ill find... A rising sun, new day- bright, hopeful view, A forgotten dream when once upon a time was true.