To be so young — it is to be
Almost yet free of anxiety.
Yes, free and not stressfully
Even knowing how to mourn.
When I was young, I would
Be living, living, living: no cares.
Where would I go? No cares. What would I do? No cares. Who would I meet? Yea, or
With what I live? It mattered not then;
All I did: be with them.
For back then, back when
I knew not pain, I would refrain.
I wanted what life had to offer:
To have some great joy! To be a small boy!
Where did it go? I know not.
What destroyed it? I know not. Comest it back? I know not.
Nay! It will not come back. —
‘Tis gone, it all in all.
’Tis no more, watch it fall.
But I have one thing,
Have it now.
I have this thing,
‘T never goes down.
It’s called peace, it gives rest,
It gives all of life’s dear best.