Ode to being five

Oh a memory now
Of a day when I was young
A time of compassion
And of course there was the sun
There was no hate and war
And there was no strife and poor
Too much was said to be good
What a breach that life has took
So much that I have learned
And seen in all my days
What I did not know or hear about
What I did not see or experience
What little I understood of today and tomorrow
And what little I might think
That this planet I now touch and play
Is the future of the breach of good and stay