MoP 5: When I Was Young

Free verse (AKA 'not really poetry') today - I have an idea I want to exorcise, but don't have time to turn it into a proper rhyming rhythm-having poem. So here it is as a slab of oddly phrased prose with line breaks in random places:

When I Was Young

When I was young

I had a rag doll called Jemima

I loved her like a sister

took her everywhere

When I was young

I had a blue My Little Pony

I really wanted a pink one

but loved her anyway

When I was young

I didn't have a lot of friends

But it didn't really matter

I had my things

When I was older

I moved out of home

and left my beloved things

under the bed

The box was shifted

forgotten

ignored

tripped over

dragged out

ignited

ashes

gone.

Now I am older

I have more friends, but not many

but I don't fill the gaps

with my things.