‘Ignorance is bliss’.
We hold this thing self-evident.
It goes some way,
Why childhood is so exhilarating
And yet the magic of it all
Seems to fade
With time, age.
And thousands of days.
Perhaps the autumn of your life
Is just that point
When you think you’ve seen it all.
When there’s no wonderment left
And nothing new under the sun.
Perhaps it would all come back to you
If you could only find something
To be young for again.
And perhaps if you look hard enough
You might somewhere find
A young soul
In an old body.
By it all.
Photo by TheWanderingAmerican