My Journey As a Child By Richie Kharis

I came into the world with my hands folded. Yet they welcomed me with laughter and danced the sorrow away for tomorrow. Soon, I could no longer walk with my four legs, I became a little star, running around the field with two legs. I sat inside a rolling box as we journeyed to the east not bold to tell anything about the strong black feet on-road miles I could only ask why the other stars ate with their fingers stained because I was born with a golden nail. Sooner or later, days turn into years, And the sun was fun for me no more I became one of the souls that trekked a thousand miles, because the rolling box was sold for some cake. The beauty was too wrinkled and old to hold my hands, So, I held her instead of the more I became the breadwinner of the day, with my head spinning like a clock with no pay. Then I remembered my little days When I wouldn’t eat until my toy was bought, But here I am pleading for the day to come with some bread As I watched my old beauty smile at me She said to me The journey begins when the tree gives birth to its fruit and leaves it ripe. Until the shell that covers its seeds is removed The seed will always be blind. But when its cover is removed, It struggles to live or else it dies. Then I saw the future dancing from afar With less effort to come nearer I realized life isn’t as it seemed when I was a child For it was too easy than it is now