By Andrew R. Duckworth
Life was once full of those moments.
Experiencing something new, not a worry,
Unfamiliar, but so eager to learn.
The smell different, but pleasant,
New, fresh, consuming.
The sounds forever recorded in my mind,
Played across memories,
Memories of peace,
Of incomprehensible happiness,
Of brightness, of a clear blue day,
Walking away from a day of discovery.
Like was once full of those moments.