By Shelby Armor
This faded picture is all I have left of my childhood,
the simple days of playing outside and enjoying the company of friends.
No longer do I look at the world with gleaming eyes,
instead my eyes are faint outlines of what I used to be–
Smudged fingerprints on childhood paintings
and once radiant bundles of energy reduced to this,
Reduced to working in a dim office and
depending on coffee for the energy I once had.
I’m no longer who I used to be,
but I never noticed those years slipping away from me.
Editor: Bella Bier
“Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” – Franz Kafka