Playing backyard football
in the park, scuffed up
and dirty until just before dark
in the cool October breeze
of my teens, all the colorful
leaves tumbling along
rustling songs of promise,
of first loves, of dreams,
and all the learning I
have mastered since then
has not added to or
surpassed the wisdom
of that time, when all
the world was mine
Categories: Poetry
Very beautiful – though wistful, maybe bittersweet as well as nostalgic. I like the bits of rhyme and rhythm, too, the jauntiness of youth.
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Thank you 🙂 I felt it to be all of those things – wistful, bittersweet and nostalgic. One of those that flowed out quickly. I had the last line first, then wrote my way back to it. Writing is strange 😉
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It flowed quickly, easily . . . that’s why it reads so well, flows beautifully, like water.
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So beautiful!❤️
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Thank you! 🙂
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