Childrens light

How do they do it?
how do they just seem to glow
with happiness, even when it rains?
there is a secret we've forgotten long ago
i wish, i yern to remember how to smile
just like that child,
who i used to be filled with my bright innocent
light , but now the years have passed me by
made me cold, made me tanted
though i may be pure i am not as i was
and so i never will be again
i still wish on a star to glow with them the children
like candles in a misty window
i cry silent tears on my pillow
left with only the memories of fireflys in the night
and happy family gatherings how bright!
but there may be hope for me yet as i gaze
lovingly, though with older eyes at the next
line of kin and watch them, protect them
and watch them glow like we all did once so long ago.