Searching for childhood

Much have changed ,since the time I have been.
Ways have changed , ways I have heard and seen.
But mind retains the note of early day,
when the song of life was sung a different way.
With nothing to leave and nothing to take away,
I tread upon this path . Now the sun has set ,
darkness lights the path up ahead.
Silent as the silence of the dead.
Again I seek the beginning of the song.
As times before , I could only find the end.