The setting sun in the winter skies <br /> Reflected dimly in the old man's eyes. <br /> On a patio porch in a plastic chair <br /> Close beside him his dog lay there. <br /> Near a busy street in a bustling town <br /> His life was lived and now ran down. <br /> But for the dog, the man was alone <br /> With his memories of days long gone. <br /> Visions of childhood danced in his head <br /> Bittersweet memories of friends long dead, <br /> A time when living was near pure joy <br /> For the forming mind of a good little boy. <br /> When colors were bright and everything new <br /> And the wide day sky always seemed so blue. <br /> When people were always good and kind <br /> And true loving hearts ruled every mind.<br /><br />Willie Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-childhood-2/
