By: Gillian Knaebel

Alone to my thoughts, to my terrors,
Wishing upon days we were careless,
Remembering a time, 
Like a nursery rhyme,
Where our greatest fears were that of the fearless.

Memories fade through time,
Like a candle flickers then dies,
But a light still shows,
Bringing warmth and a glow,
To fun times turned from new to old.