Watching kids in the playground
When I was young and limber and given to wild rambles,
I came home from my wanderings complete with burrs and brambles.
I shed them on the carpets, I shared them via towels.
Never taking credit for the curses, shrieks and howls.
I thought my lovely meanderings among the fields and ditches
were worth the sacrifice of things brought in on my britches.
For Thursday Inspiration, the prompt is “Young.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Hilarious Judy
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Delightful
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We all get older, but hanging on to your youthful memories makes it worth it. Thanks for sharing your lovely poem, Judy.
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Thanks, Newepic author, for your understanding and response to the poem.
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You can call me Jim, as everyone else does.
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