MY JOURNEY AS A CHILD by Richie Kharis

Richie Kharis

I came into the world with my hands folded.

Yet they welcomed me with laughter and danced the sorrow away for tomorrow.

Soon, I could no longer walk with my four legs,

I became a little star, running around the field with two legs.

I sat inside a rolling box as we journeyed to the east 

not bold to tell anything about the strong black feet on-road miles 

I could only ask why the other stars ate with their fingers stained

I became one of the souls that trekked a thousand miles,

because the rolling box was sold for some cake.

The beauty was too wrinkled and old to hold my hands,

with my head spinning like a clock with no pay.

When I wouldn’t eat until my toy was bought,

But here I am pleading for the day to come with some bread

I realized life isn’t as it seemed when I was a child