When I was new

and the world was new.

So many roads to wander

under a cerulean sky.

Forbidden fruits to savor,

forbidden lips to taste.

Full of promise, flowers

budding on the vine.

Their perfume covering

my fingertips.

I hurried through each day

alive with my songs.

The moon rose just for me and

stars burned just for me

Every morning brought

sunshine to my window.

Another day filled with wonder

waiting at my doorstep.

Spring was greener then.

When I was new

and the world was new.

                                                ~Joan McNerney

                                                    Ravena, New York USA