I found a piece of chalk dusty in a drawer

I found a piece of chalk, dusty in a drawer,

a relic of laughter, of innocence and more.

Watching a child draw on the sidewalk with glee,

a burst of bright colors, wild and carefree.

Each stroke brings to life what we often forget,

a canvas of moments, the joy and the fret.

The white dust settles on fingers, so light,

a reminder of dreams that were lost to the night.

In the simplicity of art, our hearts take their flight,

while time moves in shadows, erasing the bright.

Yet still, in that chalk, there's a spark of our youth,

capturing sunlight, unguarded and truth.