Poetry

Childhood

The gang’s intimacy
Shouting on ears
Running around barefoot
Bad things we see
Tangible playmates
Physical activities
These things I miss
Instead of technologies

That was so long ago
But I would give up
All my gadgets
For a day
Of solid happiness

This is in response to the Daily Post’s writing prompt Going Obsolete.

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