I dream a dream of time gone by.....

I know its no use living in the past... the past is dead and gone... 

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust....

And how I wish I knew of a way to go back... to a simpler time...a happier time...

When responsibilities did not mean sleepless nights... rushing against the clock.... antacids....

Where dreams were not crushed...they soared freely.... A time with unlimited possibilities.... 

Where did that time get lost???

Friendships are now measured by their diminishing marginal utility... they come with an expiry date...

Cynicism is so rampant... innocence is totally lost...

A friend said recently that growing up is overrated....

When will we realise that...???

Innocence Lost

A wee little girl,
No older than eight,
Arranged her dolls in her doll house to play;
Daddy’s at work and mommy’s in the market
House to herself
No one there to interrupt
A push on the doorbell,
“Who is it”, she says
“It’s your favorite cousin”, the voice on the other end claims.
Another playmate and so she joyfully bounds,
The door swings open with hardly a sound.
Little girls didn’t yet know of wolves in sheepskins,
Alas, her mother had never factored this incident in.
The dolls watched in horror,
As innocence was lost;
And another star in the sky crumbled to fine dust...