A Ghost From The Past

Somewhere in the shadowy beauty of a summer’s day,

Lingering in the humid air like a morning fog                               

Is a lovely memory of summers past.

Of barefoot days and carefree ways~

Of reveling in the wonder of

God’s perfect creation without really noticing;

Certain that youth would always be mine.

But as all things pass, so passes youth~ and now I am

Mired in a world of cares~ with no time to enjoy

The miracle I once took for granted.

But the memory lurks there still

Calling to me like a ghost from the past...

I cannot go back.

Ah, how I wish I could!

                                                 pth~