By Amelia Lipcsei
Brief conversations, few smiles, small gestures
Each stranger onto their own adventures
The world moves on
The bus keeps traveling; the bird, migrating
Earthly orbits continue updating
Winter approaches with melancholy sighs
With frozen lakes, wilted plants, and cloudy skies
Yet, here I am
Stuck in blooming lavender patches and blazing clear weather
While the world moves on altogether
The swingset stopped swaying so long ago
The purple legos placed away in boxes below
Time left me behind effortlessly
It feels like just yesterday
That I dirtied my little hands with molding clay
Packed my lunchbox and went to play
With the garden’s bugs, worms, and snails
As I carried around two tattered pails
But the world doesn’t wait for just anyone