Childhood Magic by Mike Williams 10/4/2015 @ 11:13 A.M.
Growing up I used to want, but never accounted for the cost.
But then I learned that I carried it with me, everywhere I go.
Magic lives inside a heart, to find again and know.
When nobody is looking, I jump upon the bed.
While nobody is listening, I sing out of my head.
While outside, my eyes observe nature’s wonders still.
Magic is all around me, and inside my child-like will.
I get giddy and laugh aloud, my insides tickle too.
Time may turn you into a grown-up, but magic lives in you.
106 words, 10 lines, and 5 couplets.
Image: “Nitin Sawhney – Spark”