Playhouse

I want to see what my old-dusty playhouse looks like. It has been kept forever in the attic – it’s a 90’s childlike! It’ll be such a delight to travel three decades backward. But those were my years back when I kept looking forward. I cared about nothing but dillydally games all day. I liked to act mature because I was good at role-play! My fellow kids did funny chores and I thought they were good. They sliced grasses and roots; they turned into food. The whole day was short to talk about lies with excitement. There was pure joy in our eyes – it was such fulfillment. I thought of that playhouse as a wistful piece of my life. Those little memories inside will still live in my afterlife. Contest Name: The Good Old Days Poetry Contest