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A reflective poem about the joys of childhood. A friend created the title,credit to her |
I lay awake and dream of new skies Those not a cloud around nothing’ but blue skies Those summer night spent catching’ fireflies Those memories brighten my eyes My pen drives down memory lane And stops at a past I’ll never see again Lemonade, playgrounds and imaginary friends Damn, things were different when we were kids I mean when we were young We had so much fun Saw sunshine on the cloudiest day Lived life to the fullest way Sweaty days and temps ninety plus Meant pools, hoses and ice cream push ups Freezing’ days 30 below Meant snowball fights and visits to the north pole Still remember the first kiss upon my lips Under thirteen I’d toss coins and make the biggest wish Come December I’d have the longest list Never worried about dramatic shit I’d kill to go back to before the bills had my name Back when the only games played were children games No complexity, caring was so simple No stress ever plagued my temple Softball and hoops scored at the highest rate I regret growing up to this date I write reports, lift boxes and live my life with a sigh Forever more I dream to soar again in those blue skies |