WHEN THINGS WERE SIMPLER

 


When things were simpler
Raindrops were considered joyous 
And not a nuisance to our activities 
Your clothing didn't matter
As long as you were in—the game I mean
When things were simpler
Not having mega money wasn't a crime 
As long as you could afford the balloons strung to that hard paper
When things were simpler 
Being naive was glorious 
You needed not to feel the weight—that of the world
But now, like Merlin, you carry it on your shoulders 
Is it a blessing or a curse?
No answer for that one
Everything changed—why?
You grew up.

By: Sambasy

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