As I turn back the pages
Through old memories of mine
Like gold nuggets of treasure
Take me back to days of splendor
Back to my youth
When life was slower paced
And we all lived a simple truth
I seem to remember
Saturday mornings in the warm sun
Just a young boy seeking adventure
In search of carefree fun
I’d walk up to
The end of the street
To the baseball park
On the swings I was set free
How I loved Saturday mornings
And the simple joy it would bring
Like it was just yesterday
How I remember early birds that sing
Back and forth
I’d swing so high
As I sit here now
All I can do is sigh
From spring through summer
Life was oh so grand
And Saturday mornings
To the ball park swings I ran
My years now all assembled in tidy row
My body with aches and pains
But with a fondness beyond words
These nostalgic memories remain
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