Marbles
Bright shiny new marbles, we knew just what to do
Bro and I slid them on the floor as the door went smack clickety clack
we just laughed and rolled some more...
The year was 1967 and the colors in our head had wit and sparkle
we rolled them in the heel of our hand turning them to the light
we would play for hours and never fight;
Then one day we grew old and the marbles were put away
I moved down South and Tony stayed in my childhood quarter
Today I pray each day that as the years go by, I won't begin to cry
over a lost marble or two when the cells won't multiply
We had life in the palm of our hand but we were too young to know
that sooner or later we had to change, and grow...
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