Blowing bubbles

Living life in a bubble world

Childhood dreams quickly unfurled

Chasing dreams or dreaming chases

Thinking of romantic places.

In the square of hope and plenty

Skipped and danced ’till we were empty

On the loose, running wild

How good it was to be a child.

Blown away on a gentle breeze

Remnants scattered out with ease

Cherished smiles on children’s faces

Furrowed frowns it now replaces.

Remembering when we were young

Trouble free and full of fun

Just because we’re old and grey

The memories don’t fade away.

©J.Poet7