Poetry (Day 113): Kingdom of Youth


   Kingdom of Youth


When the years have turned
the castle of you childhood
into nothing more
than a jumble of boulders

And time has whittled the forest
of your youth down to just a thicket
where dragons could not possibly live

then take your children
to the kingdom you once roamed
and watch the magic
come alive once more.

Adulthood; turning mountains
into molehills since time began.


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