The setting sun in the winter skies
Reflected dimly in the old man's eyes.
On a patio porch in a plastic chair
Close beside him his dog lay there.
Near a busy street in a bustling town
His life was lived and now ran down.
But for the dog, the man was alone
With his memories of days long gone.
Visions of childhood danced in his head
Bittersweet memories of friends long dead,
A time when living was near pure joy
For the forming mind of a good little boy.
When colors were bright and everything new
And the wide day sky always seemed so blue.
When people were always good and kind
And true loving hearts ruled every mind.
Willie Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-childhood-2/
