A simple poem about the joy of #childhood and how children have that innate talent to live in the the day, the hour, the minute, the second.
This poem is dedicated to all my childhood friends from #Uttoxeter who, if I said three simple syllables to: "The Old Rec," would relate in a way that nobody else in the whole wide world would undertsand.
p.s. I sincerely hope roly-poling is still a thing in 2021 and forever more.
Rolling In Time
Roly-poling back through space
Pick a second, pick a place
Trophy bruises, kingdoms lost
Kid-stones gathering no moss
Spinning, bouncing, sideways roll
Stain your clothes and stain your soul
Giggle tick and whooping tock
Always chiming Now O' Clock
Melting moment vaporised
Vanishing before your eyes
Hundreds more line up to start
March to life inside your heart
Hours drag, a week's a year
Your address is, 'Happy Here.'
In the detail, in the blink
Rolling first before you think
Rolling hills you loved to climb
Roly-poling back in time
©2009 Mark Bird