Long Ago
Long ago, when I was young
each new day was an adventure.
There was no plan, except to be outside.
No choices, but to choose the right toy.
No obstacles, except enough time.
Our clocks were our bellies.
We could ride our bikes to Neverland
command an army of little men
manage a baseball team of cards
and trade Ted Williams for Joe DiMaggio.
With a bat and a ball
we could play ‘til we were called.
With an old wooden crate and some wheels
we were in the Indy 500.
If it was sweltering hot
we could go for a swim.
If it snowed we could build a fort
but if it rained we had to go in.
It was the greatest time of innocence
but I remember how it all came to an end.
It was a bright sunny day when the truck arrived
but it all became cloudy
when the first girl moved in.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: June 1st, 2022 21:00
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Comments2
Such innocent and wonderful times Phil are often ruined by one person.
Andy
Thanks Andy. Yes, but what would we do without them?
lol
I relate so much to your words
thanks for sharing, dear poet
and yes
when we start noticing, the virtues
of the fairer sex
we become a little, too - literal
with our imaginations
and hence, a part of our potential
to achieve the impossible
is lost, together
with our youthful perspective of life..
still
compared to the love, we get to experience
in exchange, i wouldn't change a thing
despite the bruises on my heart..
see, those bruises
let me know, the love I once - felt
was real, and that makes it
much more valuable...
heartache, is a burden of the loved
hollowness
is the tragedy of those, who never
dared enough
to love...
(sorry for my tangent
I got carried away, from your
poetic ode
to our years of boyhood, dreams)
Thanks L.B. - I loved your insight. I believe boyhood dreams wash up on the shores of love and lust.
They too soon disappear in the chaos of adult life.
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