When I was younger I was richer
Not in material things like money
Not yet bound by my thirst for knowledge
I was rich in ways that matter more most days.
Happiness,
Rich golden threads wrapped around my heart,
Sung in every note,
Flowing from every bound took.
Wealthy from tightly woven friendships,
Not yet marred by teenage complexities and adult responsibilities,
When a football and cheap bib kept us occupied for hours on end,
When a rectangle full of metal didn’t dictate my life
When wealth was defined not by the amount of money you had nestled in a bank account
But by how loud you had laughed that week.
When I was younger I was rich