Marbles

I played with marbles as a kid,

Adolesced, set aside a child’s occupation,

Grew up, gained responsibility, lost imagination,

Years have passed since then, I did my bid,

Friends, enemies, and family came and went,

Reminisced on all the years I’ve spent,

Went up to the attic, of secrets it was composed,

Opened dilapidated boxes I had once closed,

Past dreams I gave up on, tried to imprison,

Sprung up on me with the energy of Jack,

A familiar sight now unknown, prodigal son,

What would you do if your childhood came back?

My choices caught up with me,

So I’ve lost my marbles.