Why do I long for those youthful days,
one’s I enjoyed in a lot of ways?
Is it wrong to have a hurting inside,
every time another day goes by?
I miss the energy…once filling my being,
cannot wait to live life and have a fling.
Years robbed my heart of tender feelings,
once alive, desiring, and kept me reeling.
A young mind full of dreams and cares,
waiting to feed my newborn in a high chair.
Have a love…tender and fresh…
cuddling and loving throughout the night.
Desires running through my veins,
holding tight to hold on to life’s reins.
Crave things I’d never dreamed I’d have,
dancing in bare feet on the whitest sand.
Wanting to do flip flops from a grand-stand,
into an ocean…waves splashing like hands.
Why do I long for those youthful days,
one’s I enjoyed in so many ways?
Is it wrong to have a hurting inside,
every time another day goes by?