poem from a friend

                                                                         

The child I was, I'm told I was, has faded now from view. With innocence and make believe and childhood friends I knew.

Teenage days (if they were) seemed not to long to last,

for such memories are cloudy in a distant, distant past.

A young man I'm sure I was for logic says its so.

But only through photographs and music do I know.

There was an age before this..............