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I remember I explored the world
 From field to stream – no day like another
 I ran from adventure to discovery
 Excitement barely contained -driven by wonder

 Yet I felt I was never alone
 An impatient companion waited as I slept
 To lead- encourage as adventures unfolded
 His Joy fed upon my joy –full and unchecked

 As I grew schools and society explained
 That the magic – the adventures I could barely contain
 That when viewed through the collective eye
 The spark-the mystery were really quite plain

 But within my soul I felt sadness
 The miracle- the glow was distant
 A touch of wonder once felt was now a disappointment
 By One within- now detached and nearly silent

 Time passed I accepted my defined role
 I had been taught well and my place was now fast
 That companion I once felt- only an uncomfortable echo
 Of a time- of transition that had since long past

 But as years passed I found myself distant
 My perceptions not as accurate-refined
 Many- more youthful – won the prize
I stood as a confused observer- almost blind

 The distant past excitement as a boy
 A mere shadow of a memory of a Friend
 Somehow seemed relevant
 A Friend sadden of this failed end

 Where had the spark- the light gone?
 Why has my vision become less clear?
 My intuition almost invalid
 An apparent failure in man's world- less secure

 But as death's shadows surround
 Two worlds-as if separated by a curtain
 I see glimpses of my youthful- patient Friend
 Beckoning me forward our play to begin again

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Submitted on August 23, 2016

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