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, though I wasn't skilled, to tell the truth,
but that was how we used to get our kicks and 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 another 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 though I'm old, I would very much like to go
frolicking through the snow on this nostalgic night.
Perfect for igloos, building forts, and snowball fights,
I recall digging into snowdrifts ten feet tall.
Once every house strung up colored Christmas lights,
magic stirred the air and 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.
(Rhyme)
12-02-2020
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