Childhood and I

I intend this poem to be an emotional poem of sorts, and did not concentrate on rhyme, but left the words to lead themselves. It was orginally a 5-minute work which I left in the corner, then took it out and edited it.

-Childhood and I-

I took from Childhood what was mine
the warmth of the afternoon sun which never failed me
I breathed in the joy of the days and the lullabies
of the cool autumn nights

hand in hand Childhood and I skipped down the road
I told him all of my thoughts and he replied, always
with a reassuring smile that life will forever be innocent
and happy, was I

Childhood gave me my adolescence dreams
pointing at the castle in the sky, he lit a spark
of flickering belief
with thus, time flew by on wings of silver

Until one day when I was walking to the gate
To greet Youth, and welcome him in
Childhood pleaded and grew angry with jealous fervor and I
Too, flared with impatience and screamed at him

To leave me, for once to let me be
With bitterness in his eyes, Childhood obeyed
He would not answer to my calls and only remains
a forever lost friend, a fading memory.