No
longer playful
I
used to be.
The
trees always beckoned me.
Loved
hiking, the water, trekking in the wild.
Playfully
lit with spontaneous smiles.
No
longer playful
I
used to be.
Running
a thousand steps, happily.
As
the gates opened, my strides went to the line.
Playfully
running; happiness was mine.
Forgot
how to be playful
Probably
too old to be.
It
requires activity, that feels uneasy.
Got
to get back that spark, and desire for fun
The
clock has been ticking; its time for the sun.
Thinking
back from the past
Reflections have begun,
On
the days when playing was actually done.
Will
book me a weekend, at a place far away
Hopefully
I will find, some time to play!
Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt has inspired the above!
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I feel the same way, Donna-Luisa! Seems as we get older, it's all work and no play. And since the lockdown, play has been put on the back burner. We need to set aside playtime and have fun! Delightful poem and I am always thrilled when you join in. 😍
ReplyDeleteThanks Eugenia.. I'm addicted. Know I don't know anyone, but its quite fun reading all the contributions. Maybe this is playtime...it sure gets me thinking outside of work! I'm such a ol fuddy duddy these days! :-). Always appreciate you dropping by!
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