Childhood and old age

The childhood memories
the longest they stay
and give company to souls
withered with age

The life passes
in accumulating things
which give no pleasure
as does a smile
a few good words 
and a little care

But who has the time
for the slow and old
a little child comes running
so innocent and pure
and asks
''why you're so sad?
I will play with you
that you're happy
and don't feel alone''

What the child feels
why the grown ups don't
what should come naturally
why that's ignored
wiser in old age
why grown ups don't learn!