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On Halloween night, from my porch I did spy,
A group of young friends, with laughter so high.
Dressed as monsters, heroes, and a bright red fox,
They reminded me of my own childhood walks.

I grumbled and muttered, “What a noisy crew,”
But deep down inside, I knew it wasn’t true.
For once, I too had roamed the streets,
With a bag full of candy and eager feet.

I watched them knock on doors with glee,
And memories of my youth came flooding to me.
The joy of the night, the thrill of the scare,
The magic of Halloween, beyond compare.

I saw them laugh and run with delight,
And felt a pang of longing in the moonlight.
For I had been just like them, so carefree,
But now I sat grumpy, as grumpy could be.

A witch’s cackle, a ghost’s eerie moan,
Brought back the nights when I wasn’t alone.
When friends and I would roam till late,
Sharing our loot, our laughter, our fate.

I sighed and thought, “Why so grumpy, old man?
Why not join in, while you still can?”
For Halloween’s magic is not just for youth,
It’s for all who believe in its wonder and truth.

So next year, perhaps, I’ll don a disguise,
And join the fun under the starry skies.
I’ll laugh and I’ll cheer, and maybe I’ll see,
That Halloween’s joy is still there for me.

For life is too short to be grumpy and cold,
And Halloween’s magic never grows old.
So here’s to the kids, and the joy they bring,
And to finding the child in this old heart’s spring.

Teachers Notes!

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I hope you enjoyed this reflective poem! Do you have any favorite Halloween traditions or memories? 🎃👻