When I was but Small so long ago,
The Future I thought a Budding friend;
Adventures Planned, Good days to know,
A Wonderous time with gifts to send.
But the Future Ways took dear Souls,
And left me Broken and Forlorn;
Those Precious Folk the Heart did hold,
And gave me Nights to Mourn.
Now it\'s strange to think that in my Youth,
I Craved those Pending days;
With fleeting years grow Seasoned Proof:
The Past is where our thoughts do stray.