No longer

frantically aging, subtle and proud, antics, with age, no longer allowed, days of wanton disregard, so far away and so few, seeing the world with childs eyes, no longer a point of view, rolling down hills, with the sunshine on my face, the world has become a quiter place, the horizon used to seem endless and far away, we could never reach the end of our dreams, even if we ran for days~T.F. Burke