There’s a little red wagon
Wandering through my dream
The handle gives me splinters
But the wheels all brightly gleam
The shinning wheels are turning
As we saunter down the street
Going to the future
And some yet distant treat
The simple life I led
When I was but a child
Still lets me wander there
And lets me still run wild
The morning’s now reality
The mists once more depart
Perhaps tonight I’ll visit there
I know the place by heart
This feels, at once, happy and sad, Pam. Maybe I’m projecting my own tendency to brood at New Year’s. Past, present and future all intertwine. This makes me think of all the innocence of childhood and how our lives unfold. It’s poignant and lovely.
My friend you got it exactly! I still yearn for the simplicity of my youth especially at this time of year. Happy memories and sad for the loss of my innocence. Thanks for commenting. May we live, love and laugh more in 2016.
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Here’s hoping, Pam. A constant with love. The days go by but there are always new ones. Well, until there aren’t! But you know what I mean. 🙂
Hope is always a constant as is love!
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Loved this! You really captured that elusive nostalgia. Thank goodness we can return there in our dreams 🙂
You are so right! And I do!