Bubbles

Those were the days we lived in a bubble,

And loved it because we got unconditional love and cuddles;

Coming out of the bubble was inevitable,

A time in life that was filled with excitement and hustle;

Riding high on energy and self-esteem,

Flying away to achieve our dreams;

After all is achieved and enjoyed,

A time comes when we want to go back to that bubble to simply rest and rejoice;

Life comes a full circle when we realize,

The people who created that bubble have moved on,

Passing the baton on to us to lead on;

Seasons change, reasons change,

But what we hold dear and cherish remains;

And that is perhaps why old is considered gold,

And that is perhaps why bubbles are still a sight to behold.