Time

Time
By John A. Wilson

Gone are the playful shouts and
The raucous din of two active little boys.
No longer do we hear the running of little feet
Through the house despite my warnings not to.

Gone is the wide-eyed wonder
As the world around them is discovered anew.
Never again will there be hours of make-believe
And heroic adventures in lands as far away as the imagination.

Gone forever are the two dirty little faces
That looked to me with innocent trust
Gone are the little boys that made my world
Such a wonderful place to live.

For time, that slowly creeping thief
Has taken from me my two little boys
But mercifully time left two fine young men
Standing in the hall where the little boys once played.