Growing Up...

Those aimless walks,

That never had a destination.

The endless chatter,

That almost never made sense.

The mindless laughter,

Without rhyme or reason.

Those idle moments,

Full of profound fun.

…Why do those moments come back to haunt you?

Why are those silly days all the heart wants?

Why have those causeless joys become the most meaningful?

Why when on turning around everything seems so beautiful?

…Is it because…

Happiness was not weighed down by success,

Money did not define the feeling of richness,

Time was not measured by tasks,

Bonds did not depend on asks …

And yet we know those are things of the past,

The most precious things do not last

In a hurry to grow up and move on

The best times of our lives are so far gone…