Down Memory lane

It seems like only yesterday,
when I walked the park as a child.
Running carefree,
innocence and youthfulness.
Oh, how life speeds past you.
I sit on the bench that was once, not there,
if I remember,
only bushes laden with lilac.
The old climbing frame has gone,
replaced by color and new.
The swings are better now,
than then.
I don’t remember all this greenness,
with time, there’s so much more green now,
than then.
I gaze passed the play area
to the small field.
A girl with long dark hair plays
with a brightly colored ball.
She throws it to another,
she laughs,
she runs and jumps.
Her father waits for her play,
he sits nearby smiling at his child.
The girl stops and stands still,
she turns to look at me.
her eyes are innocent
of a life not yet fully lived.
I know this child,
this child is me,
she is young and happy.
Oh, how life speeds past you.
I am old,
but I’m happy.

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