The Thrill Is Gone
Used to run outside bundled up for winter.
Pulled my sled through snow to the hill where other
children slid with glee and our young hearts pounding.
Thrill of December.
Used to swing for hours in my day-time dreaming.
Played my records thinking of my Prince Charming.
Sang my love aloud in the woods to no one.
Thrill of my teen years.
Used to bike to town with my friends or sisters.
Ran and swam and walked to the park for snow cones.
Sports I played all day till the sun was setting.
Thrill of my summers.
Gone are firefly nights and my firework summers.
Thrills of childhood no longer hold enticement.
How I even dreamed while awake I wonder . . .
now that I’m older.
July 12, 2020
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