Far removed
from the playground anarchy
I walk by every day
on the way
to Big Boy Land
I seek a boost of energy
from the turmoil I envy
of kids running and jumping
every which way
Feelings of melancholy
descend upon me
as the shrieks of joy
fade in the distance
Imagination
Once so full
and unabashedly free
Dries up precariously
once we leave
childhood games behind
to wear these chains
of adult responsibilities
