Younger Days

As my mind dances back to what once was

I think of the way it all should have been

I dream of being born as a prince on a foreign shore

Perhaps even royalty in the house of Bangalore

Or even king Arthur’s son in Camelot

Of bright summers days and 100 year old walnut trees

Of old untended cherry orchards, and transplanted English gardens in the rain

And a sense off loss for what is not the same,

Of a beautiful love lost in the past, and a sense of regret that outlasts

If only I knew what I know now

My life would have a sense of purpose some how

As the stormy winters of my past, show the beauty and the pain of what has gone

My learned life learns on and on

-David Gray