THE DAYS WHEN WE WERE YOUNG

I remember the gutted,
brick tenement buildings
where we use to play
hide and seek. I keep those
childhood memories close
to me.

Within the reigns of poverty,
we reached deep into our
wealth of imagination.
A bit of youthful creativity.

Our intentions simple,
feeling invincible against the day.
To kingdoms far away,
to escape the decay that held on us.
The world in a rush.

If the need, we'd forget to breathe,
just to take the lead when we'd run.
All in fun, in a place without none.

The days when we were young.