poem #2

while running with the time
do you remember what you have lost?
running after money, that new car,
but at what cost?

do you ever take a moment
and sit near the window?
reminiscing about your past
smiling in its shadow?

i miss those little things
silly and stupid they might be
not the new home nor the new phone
helps me to be that happy,

i wish i could run around the house again,
mom following with the stick,
i wish i could go to the park swing and slide,
without people thinking im sick.

i wish i could curl up in my daddy's arms
rather than sitting alone,
i wish i could revisit happy and silly times,
which seem long gone.

i wish i had the time
to just bask in the glory of the setting sun,
not worry about tomorrow,
for once slow down in life's run.

there are lots of things I'd like to do again,
i wish i have the chance to do them one last time,
being carefree and loved like a little kid,
but alas, I've run out of time.