I remember that scent, sight and sound From a time when life's pages had yet to turn Playing in midday sun until we felt our skins burn A handful of toys lost yet new friendships found.
We poured onto the streets like stirred honey bees Busy one day, idle by the next Time in that world had no context Rules of the game, we made as we pleased. Spring or summer, every season rejoiced No leaders or heroes, no rights and wrongs Innocent souls, little carefree sprogs Building utopia till dinner bell chimed. Plots and plans hatched in someone's backyard Until rain did pour and flood the neighbourhood Little did that deter our spirits or brotherhood Weren't tiny paper boats our secret reward? A gang formed just to play hide-and-seek Stories exchanged with that long forgotten friend Faces erased - a new kind of blind Names I can't remember - yet so much did we speak. Call me nostalgic or an armchair sage I can't help but stare into a never ending fog, While I try to recall our talks near the campfire log Faded memories - my only relics from a bygone age!