The Way We Were

A poem about losing the excitement you had as a child

He looked up in wonder and amazement,
I probably did the same
It was fresh, something new
At that age everything is
Pointing and marvelling at the sight of what?

That smile, as if there's an inside joke,
There isn't, not that I can see.

I've been exposed
I've seen the underbelly
He'll see it too
And then maybe it won't just be me,
Who thinks about the way we were.

Reviews

[Tena Luvs]

a nice write I enjoyed it a lot! =)

[ConfuzzledKidd]

Thanks for the kind words!