8/22/12 When I was ten By: Samantha Shapiro At ten, I would wake up to smelling The fresh brewed coffee in the morning My dad bumping into everything Looking for his stuff for work And my mom still snoring away Running up and back the cold narrow Confusing street in Paris Bringing coffee and pastries from The local boulangerie to my parents Warm in bed I watched the people walking up flights and flights Of stairs on the Eiffel Tower While I took the elevator seeing the people on the ground That were once very close now far away It was like you were flying over the city Smelling the fresh air Hearing all the cars honking at each other Seeing that weird shaped museum from above When I was ten I had it all But I’m not ten anymore.