The Way Things Used to Be

March 9, 2015 at 1:20 am (Poetry) (, , , , )

I used to play this game –

I was always the youngest sibling

Out of 7, 10, or 25,

And yet I was the strongest.

The one who took the most punishment,

But came out on top.

I used to do this thing –

I collected pennies.

I counted them obsessively,

Making little stacks of five,

Circling them around me.

There were over 10,000 in the end.

I used to say this prayer –

I prayed for family, friends, and enemies.

For the poor, hungry, and sick.

I prayed for guidance and health and wisdom

I said it every night for six years.

And it never changed.

I used to think this way –

If I thought the right things,

If I did everything the same

And believed that things would turn out

I would get everything I wanted.

It used to work.

Not so much these days.

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