PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

When everything was simple

And the world wasn’t as old

Things seemed bigger then

Now nothing is the same.

There was wonder in all I found

And once I learned my name

The streets became a playground

Where often on I played a game

Having found the remnants

Of the rain

I would stir its surface

Thereby bending reflections

That hurried by

With their world of tension

Traced in their eyes

They never noticed

The liquid patterns

I could make

With the remnants

Of the rain.