Eight-line Poems 2

Childhood

Childhood

I remember a world where the kids ran free
and the sun shone daily in skies of blue,
where time was forever and my task was to be
careless of the past and the future too.

But curled up in the bedclothes of every night,
I dreamed of the days spent in flowering meadows,
with never a thought that one day I might
look back on all this as the long, long ago.


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 08.27.24
Prompt: Write an old-fashioned poem.