Regression

A little boy I wish to be,
'cos a happy one, I used to be.

Fellowship in a joyride
graciously provided for me.
During the hours of happiness,
my heart was ageless.

Words from texts and letters-
were to me, O so precious!
Actions of love and kindness-
every bit, fondly appreciated.

The blessed boy I once was;
is and forever will be
what I wish I'd always be.

© Joel Yap