Where is my childhood ?

Through roots once torn, new hopes proceed.

The field lies bare, the swing alone,

Where once was laughter, life had shone.

Man’s childhood lost, a fleeting seed,

Uprooted now, by fate’s cruel deed.

The moment’s smile, a voice so sweet,

Now silent halls, no song, no greet.

Once sulking, then a friend in play,

Today the world has slipped away.

Through roots once torn, new hopes sway.

Friends once near, now gone from sight,

Innocence torn, like leaves in night.

Where lies the courtyard of our dreams?

The echo fades, or so it seems.

Where echoes laughter, soft and fair?

Where lingers that sweet fragrant air?

O Time, reveal where youth hath flown,

O Time, show me my childhood gone.

Through roots once torn, new hopes proceed.

Man's childhood lost,a fleeting seed

Reviews

[FlatDaddy]

You are much too young to be writing at this high a level. Shame on you, making those so much older look bad! You are writing a much older man's work. Give it back and return when you are old enough to be writing this well! And yes, as someone else said earlier, use a larger font. Old eyes have to read this! And I hope you are old enough to know what satire is, because you're reading some right now. Two lessons in one review! You are triply blessed!

[S€H@J]

Awww,, THANKS SIR I AM REALLY GRATEFUL THERE ARE MOTIVATING PEOPLE AS OF YOUR HUMBLE SELF on the platform unlike those Who are like Jay
I really appreciate the help!!!

[FlatDaddy]

You are welcome. But don't call me humble, I've never been humble and I admit it. Where I come from (Texas), "Humble" was the name of an oil company, and that's not me. So I humbly request you not call me that. And respect your elders; eventually, if we're lucky, that's all we'll have left at the end.

[FlatDaddy]

And I don't know if I should thank you for replying in all caps (my old eyes) or be insulted (my old ego). So I will just say, "Harumph!"

[Gray C. Sweet]

This is beautiful! You have an amazing sense of rhythm and flow, and your rhyme feels natural and classic rather than forced.
I think my favorite part is:
Where echoes laughter, soft and fair?
Where lingers that sweet fragrant air?
8 syllable lines just scratch an itch, you know?
Well done!

[carl]

great title - well said verse and rhyme- great questions that all have to ask at a certain age - enjoyed your work - favorite lines - Where lies the courtyard of our dreams? The echo fades, or so it seems. - carl

[Davidgeo]

You should make the font larger