(The Sonnet)Free at last! Our childhood is over!Now we can agaze back with tearful eyesAnd see ourselves through sentimental lies,As though these were for us the best years ever.Perhaps they were, but we won't know till later,When we have seen the landscapes of our lives,And known the love of husbands of wives,And tasted of our fortunes, sweet or bitterFor now, we're simply happy to move onYet sad for all that we must leave behind,Celebrating as we say farewell.Days and years flow swiftly through the mind,Lingering long after they are goneAs tales we cannot help but oft retell.