retrospective

you tell the story and it's all old lies
so much has changed since you were a small child
nothing seems half as large or half as wild
the world is smaller now in adult eyes
what was clear then no sum of money buys
and where you had so obviously smiled
the painful memories of years are piled
and all you do is wait for your demise
this is the change you hoped for and it's dust
not one thing you expected has come true
and now the sun itself has lost its light
what once shone brightly now is gone to rust
all that was charged to credit has come due
the flame of morning passes into night