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Back then, life for kids was harder that it should have been They say that kids had rights too, but I don’t remember when Back then, If their were child labor laws, they never told us If labor laws for kids were broken, none made a fuss Back then, I remember chopping weeds in the oven of the sun Kids had to work long hours, but we also played and had lots of fun Back then, kids played cowboys and Indians in the light of day, And chased lightning bugs in the black of night Back then, I had a friend name Dennis, and he was not a menace We played baseball, basketball, football, but not golf or tennis Dennis and I lived on opposite sides of the busy railroad track; And he had a big brother who road a mule loaded with cotton sacks Yes, Dennis and I were very best buddies in our early days But the years went by as we grew older, and went our separate ways When I think of Dennis, I happily remember the good times of our childhood We kept busy shooting marbles and rolling rubber tires throughout the neighborhood. I haven’t heard from Dennis, but I would love to see him if I could. I once heard it said in a Christian song that friends are friends forever I sure hope to see my friend Dennis on this side of never Perhaps we could laugh and talk about farm life and the fun times Perhaps we could remind each other when we bought ice cream for a dime Perhaps we could chat about when kids were free and fearless of crime Perhaps we could laugh about the gray hairs on our heads and under our chins Perhaps we could talk about the distant days and ask, “Remember when?” Perhaps we could share our stories of how we changed from boys to men On this side of never, we would write letters, email, or visit every now and then. On this side of never, we would both recall when our money was very thin On this side of never, we would reminisce about house roofs made of tin Yes, I well recall “The Perhaps”, “Back Then’s”, and “Remember When’s”. And I do miss Dennis, and I hope to see him before this life is finished. cj01262007

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Date: 7/31/2021 3:05:00 PM
Love your poem, Dear Friend. It has such deep feelings which touched my heart, and I am sure many hearts. Childhood friends are friends for ever! BW ~ Mala
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Date: 7/31/2021 9:05:00 PM
Thats for your kind words Malabika. Blessings.

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