Days of My Youth
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"Dreams are a form of time travel
without the jet lag"... Poet.
On Christmas Eve, I dreamt of the days of my youth;
back to when I'd toboggan down snow-covered hills.
And ski, although I wasn't skilled, to tell you the truth;
but that was how I used to get my Winter thrills.
The fun of caroling or building a snowman
was how we kept the Christmas spirit in our hearts.
And yet, today, I am just a foolish old man,
an aged actor, playing insignificant parts.
I woke to a heavy blanket of sticky snow
covering the city in a duvet of white.
And although I'm old, I'd very much like to go
frolicking through the snow on this nostalgic night.
Perfect for igloos, building forts, and snowball fights;
I recall snowdrifts that were over ten feet tall.
And every house was strung with colored Christmas lights;
the magic in the air was felt by one and all.
On Christmas Eve, I dreamt of the days of my youth,
the fun of caroling or building a snowman.
I woke to a heavy blanket of sticky snow,
perfect for igloos, building forts, and snowball fights.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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