Super Mario
(Long ago, I had the time and energy to play a bunch of video games. Probably wasn’t the biggest gamer, but I enjoyed the hobby. Now, I barely play unless my son is here, so all I have are the memories.)
I remember quests
Along the dangerous roads
Of many pixelated worlds
That was a click away
I walked with heroes
As they grew into their roles
And rid their world of evil
Fighting villains of great vision
I grafted these vast tales
Upon my deepest thoughts
Wanting them to stay
As I grew into older roles
These became the stories
That I dreamed of every night
Until they faded back
Coated by life’s winding path
These memories are not dead
They sleep beneath my skin
Easily stirred to mind
By half a melody
That calls it to my eyes
Edged with wanting tears
For the worlds I left behind
And may never play again
Legends of Windemere 
So poignant! I can relate since I started playing Pokémon and other games starting in 1998. I remember back in the day when you could call a hotline if you needed help for certain levels.
I have several games on my Switch Lite. Now there is no time to play them! The sons of some friends want me to play Minecraft. But I tell them I don’t have time to explore the game.
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I never called the helplines. I suffered greatly.
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Oh no! I used them a lot!
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I finally sold my Nintendo 64 game console and cartrages. I can feel these poems.
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All of my old systems broke. So I can’t go back.
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Yeah, I can see that.
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Not only video games. I used to sew a lot and now don’t have the time. We all have to choose as life goes on.
I like your poem, though.
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Thanks. Life really isn’t friendly towards hobbies.
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