My carefree days of youth are spent,
At times I wonder where they went,
Those simple times of my childhood.
When I look back, they seemed so good.
You showed me early how to care,
To offer love and how to share.
In words, I haven’t thanked you yet,
But nonetheless, I won’t forget.
You gave me room enough to grow,
And trusted me, somehow, to know
Which choices would be right for me.
Then when I chose, you set me free.
The person whom I most respect
At times must feel that I neglect
To think of her, so far away,
And she’s quite right. At times I may.
Although I turn to old clichés
When speaking of my younger days,
I find no matter where I roam
There really is no place like home.
April 2, 1986
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