Sat in public eating lunch,
Observing these people, what a bunch,
Laughing and giggling about pointless things,
Is this what the social life brings?
A four letter word that means so much,
A warmth it has on those it will clutch,
But what does it truly mean?
Does it exist, can it be seen?
To live a little isn’t to learn a lot,
It’s to remember the little things that time forgot,
The hidden memories that brought you joy,
A stupid joke or a long lost toy.
We often forget about the little things,
The little moments that gave us wings,
The freedom of life in a single thought,
The laughter and love it brought.
Why should we forget due to everyday stress,
Forgetting and feelings we caress,
It took years for the memories to fade,
But they aren’t gone they’ve only strayed.
Remember Christmas being a kid,
Sitting in a sledge as your bounced and slid,
No responsibilities holding you back,
but now you’ve aged and gone off track.
But lets be honest you’re not dead,
And all that fun is in your head,
So open it up and let yourself see,
The person you was, feeling so free,
It can happen again the fun is inside,
Waiting to be unlocked for you to ride.