Lost Childhood Echoes

In the depths of time, where memories reside, Lies a tale of innocence, once bright and wide.

A poem on lost childhood, I shall now weave, A bittersweet lament, for you to receive.

Oh, precious days of laughter and play, When the world was a canvas, for dreams to sway.

With hearts unburdened, in fields we roamed, Imagination our guide, as we freely comb.

In the sun-dappled meadows, we chased the breeze, With untamed spirits, and hearts at ease.

Each day is an adventure, a story untold, Our eyes shining bright, like purest gold.

We climbed the trees, reaching for the sky, Building castles of dreams, as the hours flew by.

In innocent wonder, we painted our dreams, With colors so vibrant, like crystalline streams.

But time, relentless, with its callous hand, Snatched away our innocence, like grains of sand.

Responsibilities claimed us, piece by piece, As the weight of the world brought our souls to cease.

Now I long for the days of carefree delight, When laughter was boundless, and worries took flight.

The echoes of childhood, faint whispers in my mind, Lost to the shadows, where they now reside.

Yet, in my heart, a flicker of that joy remains, A beacon of hope, amidst life's mundane strains.

For though childhood is gone, its essence lives on, In the simple joys, that can never be withdrawn.

So let us cherish those memories, forever dear, For they hold the magic, that dispels every fear.

And though we may wander, through the trials we face, The spirit of childhood will forever embrace us.

In the tapestry of life, where threads intertwine, May we find solace, in memories divine.

For though our childhood may be lost in time, Its spirit within us forever shall shine.