The wind sings of a journey. All of this is just like a memories.?

The happy days will become foggy
as the days repeat
If only it will grow larger instead

As long as I believe that peaceful
everyday life is a miracle, then I
believe this is the place my heart
will return to. Always

The wind tikles me, I'm alone, no one else is here.
I can't dance on this narrow street, I want
to see myself flight

I laugh more during sad times, to hide
the pain I feel inside. Kindness is also cruel sometimes.

Do you miss the past? Me, I always do.
I always miss my childhood.
When I was a child, not a single care or worry on my mind.
How each day lasted an eternity, filled with newness, fun and excitement.

What do you make of this day?

Well said.. I'm on my second set of 50 years of life and those words are so true. After severe loss of family a few short years ago I took steps to move ahead and remarried again. To show my teenage sons, you do not give up no matter what. I've stood alone in the wind many times. And I suppose this will be constant in the days ahead, even in marriage. For it is a private thing. The new cannot understand the old. The young cannot understand the old.

I have faith that after this life,, I will go to an eternal kingdom where only little children are allowed.,

That is why I make of this day, a very good poem. Bless you and thank you for it.

It sounds like your inner child is alive and well in that beautifull heart of yours..The spirit never grows old..it wants to laugh and dance and love...You are a Spirit child..