It seems like yesterday.
Those happy days on the beach.
Mature waves rolling in,
With knowledge to teach.
Shovels kissed the sand,
Merry waves splashed the shore,
Friends built play forts,
As I listened to lores.
It was an age of invincibility--
Shown in the mighty castles.
Now the horizon was growing
Amid the bickering hassles.
Four wisdom teeth walked along
Their hearts longed a past of glee,
A past of innocence,
Long seized by reality.
Footprints of innocence
Outlined the virgin coast,
Fading away at dusk,
Turning the past into a ghost.
Loud passionate waves erupted,
Growing into an angry display;
They overwhelmed the footprints
And washed them away.
Sandcastles collapsed, crumbled.
Shovels took refuge in the grass,
As the cold and gloomy rain
Dripped down the hourglass.
As the storm calmed down,
The footprints ceased to exist.
In ruins were the sandcastles
Out of the clearing mist.
Wisdom was once a myth
But is now a reality.
Life is no longer a game
But a collection of memories.
The horizon expanded
But behind a smaller ocean.
Ambition surfed slowly,
Gliding on imagination.
Tears dried up in the empty sand
Save a small hole at the bay--
Filled with shells of memory
I collected since yesterday.
I gazed into a shriveled conch,
Listened to its speech.
Nostalgia crawled out:
Childhood, a leech.