In Squalor

I was in the 3rd grade.

Before I should’ve know to care.

Day in. Day out. The school day a metronome of my existence.

Play was cheap. Never a price for admission.

Off the bus I’d step.

And, to my house I’d stroll.

A mint pair of new adidas. The star of the show.

Then, into the woods we’d go.

A pack with no plan. Never a good sign.

My brand new adidas. And, no. They were never mine.

For hours we’d play.

Until it was time to come home.

It’s time to change our clothes.

Dirt on my shoes. Another day well spent.