An Ode to the Death of a Long Ago Simplicity

Of all the things I've said and done

Take me back to the corner

Let the dreams of yesteryear fill my void

As I try to replace the cold with warmth

Toss out the good with the bad

And decide on no course of action

Back when limited reflection granted me nothing

Where cold hard facts were unfeeling and morose

When little children laughed and played

And no one told me I told you so

Before the mistakes came in and jilted me inward

But after I read my first books

And catapulted my endeavors into the stratosphere

And they lingered there

Just above my head

Like a mobile in a crib

Tenderly tuned to a tune of astute calamity

That somehow despite itself

Soothed my world weary heart

Before pretty eyes and  a delectable smile

Ripped out my fingernails

But after I decided to be good

Even though it would be difficult to breathe.