I was sitting before a glass window
Having a sip from my mug
Watching children play a riveting show
That awakened some memories from a grave I dug
The sounds of juvenile bodies laughing and kicking their ball
Took me back to the old times
The old times where I used to run in every hall
Laughing and dancing while singing nursery rhymes
The good old days when my hobby was to run and bounce
or be a young prince fighting the ogre living in the park
When words like death and suicide were too hard to pronounce
And my worst fear was to sleep all alone in the dark
The good old days where my only worry was missing my evening cartoon
Or if my grandma is making me my favorite soup
Back when I used to steal from her tiny kitchen like a raccoon
To bribe and feed the sleeping stray cat next to her stoop
The show ended and each actor parted their way
As their ballet turned into a fray
Because of this ballet, my memories got rekindled
And now my only wish is to turn back into a child
By Anonymous
