Games?
At 6 round and round the garden's a rhyme,
At 16 it's a game,
The excitement and anticipation,
They're the same.
But now there's pain and hurt
This isn't my game.
At 7 hide-and-seek is fun,
At 17 it's finders keepers
The adrenaline of waiting
It never dimmers
You see me but never say found
My card says losers, weepers
At 8 climbing trees was great
At 18 will I fall or get stuck?
Back then determination ignored fear,
Today will I have any luck?
Reach the top of the tree?
Open the tree house lock?
Alison Clark
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