It used to be a time of plenty,

         or was it in reality?

But then I used to be a child,

          content with my mentality.

It used to be a time when love

           flowed freely and unstoppable!

But then I used to be a child

            when everything was tolerable.

Time it seemed kept standing still;

              no one seemed to be concerned;

But then I used to be a child;

               things seemed differently discerned.

I used to hear the ticking clock,

                indiferent to the passing time,

But then I used to be a child

                and life seemed ever so sublime!

When circumstances seemed the same,

                 subject not to any change,

But then I used to be a child;

                   nothing ever felt so strange!

And here I am reflecting on

                     time that used to be so giving,

I must now hurry under stress

                      and try to make an honest living.