Ages Gone

I look back through the ages gone,
To times that seem to stay so long.
A place of waves, of shells, and rocks,
A place of dreams that ship off docks.
Where children laugh from fun and play,
Where grins and smiles last all day.
But some might find a little girl,
A stride of dance and hair with curl.
Atop her head a wild mess,
And clothed in a pale pink dress.
While running on the hard rock beach,
She laughs and says "You can't catch me!"
And splashing in the ocean there
She gains a smile, long and rare.
A twinkle in her eye was clear
That happiness was shown right here.
And though that time was then and gone,
My heart has kept that smile long.