We miss the days when life was fun
When we ran like deers
Prancing across the overgrown grassland
Playing hide and seek
Thoughts only for the moment
Joy overflowing
Socks in patches of brown

We miss the days of yore
When our future was a mystery
Not even known or considered
When hormones were non existent
Restraint redundant

We miss the days
When we didn't have to plan
When mothers tucked us in
The day spent of energy
Eyes heavy from slumber

Now all we do is ponder
About the future but sometimes
We wonder about the past
'Tis a satire so named
The futility of advancement
A truth left untold
A melody yet unsung

So, today I speak the truth
I miss the days of yore
Before the rat race began
Before the rainstorm of denial
I miss the days when life was fun
Our socks in patches of brown