EARLY TO THE GRIND

Early to the grind
In childlike faith in bind


Years flew away
Holding her in sway


A far cry from life today
In a simple  rustic way


Life held more than the basic
Was smooth run perhaps logic;


Yet the mind had to do a U turn
Leave go early upbringing without much discern


Perhaps picture perfect in someways
Happy go lucky days


docile and amicable; Nineteen is young
Away from this world; a lark was happy sung...............