Nostalgia

I kicked a pebble down the pavement,
Skipping over daisy chains and chalk.
Stumbled over supermarkets by accident.
Guess that baby buggy is the real art.

Someone’s selling painted rocks on flipped bins,
i payed in Freddos and mum’s buttons.
Swirling yellows, dotted pinks, glitter.
This will look nice as a paper-weight.
Back then, it’d be the heart of some distant dragon.
We’d retrieve it, then hold up our hands:
“Victory!” Yeah, those were the days.

Jack’s garden had an upgrade too.
New flowers, decking on the front lawn.
Back then, that’d be our enchanted forest.
I guess adulting is not as fun.