Nostalgia

Wish, I could see the world again,
With child's eyes - good and pure,
Wish, I could love and trust again,
With soul and mind - so true,
I'd walk through quiet meadows,
And pluck sweet flowers there,
Or slumber in green pastures,
Relieved of every care.

Alas, the flower 's wilted,
And yellowed is the page,
And faded hopes are tilted,
My soul lives in a cage.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz