A little girl stood across the street
Her eyes beaming with childish glee
Her world painted with vivid colours
Cut free from worldly pleasures
She seemed bubbly and full of life
Unafraid of the time ticking by
She lovingly patted the famished puppy
And crowned herself with garden roses and lilies
She didn’t have any burden to carry
Nor did she think of the distant future
She has an empty memory bag waiting to be filled
She’s gone but she used to be me