The pick up sticks fell out again
The puzzle pieces shattered
I tried connecting four and yet
The matching colors were scattered
The dominoes fell separately
The pogo sticks stopped bouncing
I tried to win at war and yet
Cards were so low I stopped counting.
Games I played are all lost to me
Worlds I built have been conquered
I can’t help but think that my younger self
Might be the one who was stronger.
Poetry
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Wow, this was so nostalgic. Really brought me back to my childhood. Good job!