When we were young
Things were different
We giggled at the sight of silly faces
Our cake of mud’s fall was our greatest sorrow
Jumping in the rain puddles
Brought out the joyous sound of a child’s laugh
Gloom descended when someone took the swing
That we desired
Tears fell when our bucket we built our crooked sandcastle with, was taken.
But as the years passed
Those thing was eviscerated from our mind and soul
The silly face
The mud cake
The rain puddles
The swing and the bucket
They were now insignificant
As we left the bright days of our youth behind, the darkness of the world
Was unveiled
Thus, the things that we held dear in childhood
No longer did
Then came school and the weight of grades and praise
Beauty’s mask and delicate grace
The labyrinth of love and threads of friendship
The desire to numb the pain
The unrelenting grip of anxiety and shame
Eyes filled with tears
The fragile dance of life and death
Filled our hearts
Oh, how I long for the time
When the fallen mud cake
Was my biggest sorrow.
This is a really nice poem!
I was thinking of posting some more of the ones I wrote!