When I was Young

I can’t remember
The last time,
When I went to a Carnival
I guess,
I was about 12
Or maybe 13

But I still had a vivid memory
Of all those lights
And my younger self,
With my loving father
And my younger brother,
Riding all those rides

All the fun
That we had
And all the joy
That we relished
I still had images in my mind;
Life was as beautiful as a dream

But it’s not about the carnival
It’s about the time
When I was young
And had dreams
— bigger than life —
Of conquering the world
And reigning supreme

That’s something
I really miss today;
Being a child,
Stupid and naive
Longing for things
Without a purpose and a derive

Like most of you,
I long for those days;
Playing in dirt
With no worries to cite
Life was simple
Yet bright

My prompt for five chosen friends is Life.

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