Daisy Chains

I saw daisies in spring grass

And thought of the past

When I first made my chains

Unaware of coming care.

 

Our acts forge a chain

For good or bad.

When I was a lad

I took daisies freely

Innocent of what would come to be.

 

I have picked so many spring flowers.

And I have learned

That youthful hours

Can never return

And the chain I made

May grow heavier with age.