A Reflection of Poems Or Retrospective?

Ado to the Thief

Where has that precious element gone?
It started off with endless games,
Long filled days of adventure and imagination.
A sense of being invincibility to the crises of life.
So where did these endless days go?
Work is now the norm with limited resources.
Days slip by in a daze of blinkered motions.
A loss of certainty about what is solid in life.
Time where did you go and what thief stole you so quickly?