growing up

most days i feel like im running in circles
chasing a tail that is but a memory long gone
remembering what childhood was long ago
feeling the early morning sun caressing my face
turning cold and harsh stinging like the bite of reality
reminding me that childish ways are long gone, no more
teaching that sweetness is something of a memory only worse
learning the world will never been seen through the eyes of a child

as children we see and feel the magic
the love of our mothers warming us always
our fathers guiding us in the wooded forest of life
grandmothers passing along the stories of bravery and honor
grandfathers instilling humbleness and chivalry of heros long forgotten
this is the magic that has left our world
but it was always more than magic