The Days

April 11, 2010
By srashid BRONZE, Roslyn, New York
srashid BRONZE, Roslyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter."- e.e. cummings

I miss the days of care free ranging
Where we discovered frontiers
In our backyard, behind the shed, and in the cupboards
Where youth was of the essence,
And people watched in awe from their windows
As we ran down those empty streets
Equipped with innocence at heart

They never thought that
We were the ones to be imprisoned within our minds
Searching for the fountain of
Perpetual youth that we once knew the hiding place of,
But now forgot the way

I loved the days

When our minds were liberated
We were free to roam the la la land
That our imagination created.
Ignorance was bliss.

I remember those fairy tales too
Where good always triumphed evil,
And kids could escape reality with a
Bit of faith,
And pixie dust.

But generations of wear, tear, and damage repair
Have left only vulnerability behind.
So, as I got older,
They told me not to read those stories
Thinking it would rot my mind,
And I guess they were right

Because now, all I want to do is
Find my ticket back to the la la land
Where good always triumphed evil,
And I try to capture the youth
That I once lost

But they have traded in my innocence
For the influence of the real world experience
Without my consent

So now, past times have become task times
And we need to work hard
To make a decent living,
Because pure youth has lost its meaning
And reputation to faulty cosmetics
That try to cover up the golden years
But apparently can’t.

The author's comments:
This piece was simply inspired by the personal connection that I had with J. D. Salinger's A Catcher in the Rye.

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