Th Lost Thrill Poem by Han Min Ohn

Sitting in front of the old family game console
Putting in the worn out cartridge intending to play Mario
Mind flying back to about twenty five years ago
When I was just a boy of five years of age or so.

Remembering how much I enjoyed playing the game
Replayed it numerous times but the thrill being the same
Now I am a lot older and playing the same video game
But the feeling I had when I was a child is nowhere to name.

Am I getting too mature to enjoy such a childish thrill?
Or is my mind becoming too complicated to respond to that drill?
Whatever is the reason it can’t deny my longing for the lost feeling
Hoping that it will one day responds to my discrete yearning.