To The Childhood That I Love Poem by RIC BASTASA

how many times
shall i promise you that i will not preach anymore
the good times
we had together when you were once
a child
like me?

but i must remember
in order to live some more
and i cannot
but do it again
like i am a beggar to this world
to grant me more days
to pump red blood
to my veins

ah, the fresh air of home
there are no factories there
no tall buildings
but green hills bumping against
the breeze of the sea
bringing the songs of shells

ah, those rivers
transparent silky cloth
showing the
fancy colors of fish
swimming upon
a refraction

i must tell you about all these
again and again
so you will not be lost
from me

ah, we were not once
we will always be
young forever even on that
day when i shall pass away
the departure though real as
rail of the tram
must become some kind of
smoke from the
fireplace

i love you and i will not tire saying so.