Passing Time Changes
Our Thinking



I passed by a house the other day
That reminded me of my boyhood home
Old memories began coming to mind
Of my early years long since gone.


Time has changed my face I realize
But a boy's face lives inside me
And will be there all of my life
Of a time my mind was worry free.


I smile remembering how back then
When I was a little boy of ten
How hard I wished I was a grown man
And today I sit here wishing
I was a little boy of ten again.


Passing time changes our thinking....


Ralph L. Clark © 2002



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