Reflections of My Past

Dreaming deeply, through all my toils and affairs of my life

I can vividly see my reflections of my past

Tender caring moments of a child growing up, with presents for each birthday

A vacation each summer, the hop scotch, and dodge ball at grade school

The marble playing with the boys, my bag was filled with the wins

The times of fishing and boating with my dad, holding up trophy stringers of fish

My pet turtle, and my tadpoles swimming in a fish bowl, while the tree frogs my sister and I caught

They all jumped out of the shoebox, and were all over the cabin floor in Wisconsin

That was our favorite summer vacation, playing along the sandbars, and collecting shells

Reflections of my past keep coming back, and as I dream of the days of my youth

Now I fall fast asleep even in the day, my skin aged, the age spots I can not remove from my hands

Though I snore ever so loudly now, that I am not sure if it is the train on the track

As I look back into my mind zone I feel the regret of growing up too fast, and the loss of friends I once had

My parents now just images in spirit form, though they look young in my dreams

I will some day be with them, friends, family, and loved ones who I have met

Until my next dream, let my smile be on my face, and my cheek be softly placed on the pillow of my bed

With no regrets