Cheeky Missy

O Childhood....whither hast thou fled?

O childhood, whence hast thou fled? 

Thy friends ignorance and youth led

In the merry way so pleasant, 

As gaily we tripped where thou sent.

Oh, for those days of long ago! 

When ev'rything was new, and so

Very exciting and thrilling....

When the world seemed ours for th'asking! 

Oh for moments of yesteryear! 

For childhood so fair and so dear! 

Sweet memories of days gone past

Are all that ever with us last.

O childhood, wherefore hast thou fled? 

Ev'rything and anything said

Is NOT what will last forever, 

Christ our Hope will leave us never.

So  when my mother saw this piece she reproved it thus.....Ecc 11: 9-12: 1 'Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment. Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh: for childhood and youth are vanity. Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them; ......'


  • dbremner

    I like this poem it deals with a subject we likely all think about, our younger days seem brighter but we should be optimistic about the future too.

    • Cheeky Missy

      I suppose we are thus optimistic, for we dare to dream....and yet, the carefree ignorance of our childhood days is forever lost, and with at least a touch of sobriety we walk into the unknown future.....

    • ironmaiden_81186

      i really like this piece, for its medieval style of writing and the theme that it has touched......and i know this poem has a much better literary feel than "back to times of splendor"...
      very well written for its holistic approach towards a human life cycle...

      • Cheeky Missy

        Thank you VERY much! I still like yours very well for how it expressed our childhood mentality...I didn't manage to capture that, but merely skimmed the surface of childhood, as it were.

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