When Days Went Slowly By

When we were young and fancy-free;
When days went slowly by;
When time was passed in reverie
And asking “how?” and “why?”

When all our worries, big and small,
Would simply slip away;
And all the time, do you recall,
We set aside for play?

How fast, it seems, the past can pass
If not we’re well aware;
And though I know it’s gone - alas -
It feels like I’m still there.

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