Remember as a child
running wild,
into the street, it
was safe to do, once
a look in both directions,
it was true.
Remember as a teen
running lean,
with a heart pounding
in that chest, bounding
to make a play
to win the day.
Remember as an adult
trying to vault,
in a friendly game
of pick-up ball,
regretting it the
moment you began to fall.
Remember as you age,
and you get to the last page
of the story you wrote,
it was real,
it had heart,
you got to
play the best
part, you.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
Remember as a child
running wild,
into the street, it
was safe to do, once
a look in both directions,
it was true.
Remember as a teen
running lean,
with a heart pounding
in that chest, bounding
to make a play
to win the day.
Remember as an adult
trying to vault,
in a friendly game
of pick-up ball,
regretting it the
moment you began to fall.
Remember as you age,
and you get to the last page
of the story you wrote,
it was real,
it had heart,
you got to
play the best
part, you.
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