Can’t measure time
It does not keep pace with me
Or is it that I can’t catch up with it
Three decades, almost
And I still feel like climbing the lemon tree
As a child I used to
And now want to be perched somewhere among those thorny branches
Hanging those hand-painted Santa Claus cutouts
I want to fly the kites again
With my little brothers
And though I could hardly ever get it in the air
I want to be able to look at the horizon full of colorful kites again
1 comment:
So do it. I'm an adult and I still climb trees, and I still fly kites. Childhood is only lost when we excuse ourselves from it.
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