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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