The Boy Who Was King

Playing backyard football
in the park, scuffed up
and dirty until just before dark
in the cool October breeze
of my teens, all the colorful
leaves tumbling along
rustling songs of promise,
of first loves, of dreams,
and all the learning I
have mastered since then
has not added to or
surpassed the wisdom
of that time, when all
the world was mine

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

5 thoughts on “The Boy Who Was King”

    1. Thank you 🙂 I felt it to be all of those things – wistful, bittersweet and nostalgic. One of those that flowed out quickly. I had the last line first, then wrote my way back to it. Writing is strange 😉

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