Childhood

Something to relate to.

It can be nostalgic,
Either happy or sad,
Happiness feels like magic,
But what about the bad?

We can miss it in hard times,
Or be grateful it‘s over,
Pearning for the naive minds,
In a moment of somber.

The phase can be dure,
Or filled with enthusiasm,
Adventurous like a tour,
Or deep like a chasm.

And some souls exist,
Who‘ll never finish it,
While others see through the mist,
And mark it off with a „Splendid!“

How has your time been,
In the very first years?
Has it been free of sin,
Or did you shed tears?

For I may never even know,
How you went through the flow,
I still hope it was nice,
And not cold as ice.