Poem: I used to be a little boy.

Days

they change

to months

that’ll never stay

Like dandelions

in the wind

the past

just blows away

Scattered

All the colors

of yesterday

today

have faded to grey

I remember that place

called home

on the front porch

I used to play

There used to be

such a magic

to my life

Like holidays

when I’d awake

hoping to see

reindeer

and Santa’s sleigh

“I used to be a little boy

so old in my shoes

What I choose is my voice

What’s a boy supposed to do?

The killer in my is the killer in you

My love”

-Smashing Pumpkins, Disarm

I used to cherish

birthdays

sorbet

and swordplay

But the innocence

of that age

is a playground

on which

I’ll never play

Days

they bleed

into years

with such ease

All I see

are memories

of the boy

I used to be

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