The Good Old Days Not For Contest
Taking your sisters skates
taring them apart
nailing them to wood
skating to the park
Selling homing pigeons
For fifty cents
waiting for their return
Then, selling them once again
My first kiss not on the lips
going steady for an hour
breaking up under a tower,
then looking for another kiss.
Getting swats over a bench,
my parents getting pissed,
while my butt was in pain,
that was not my wish,
Listening in on a party line,
laughing was such fun,
Mildred could not tell,
We knew Joe was under her spell
Running though the halls
chasing girls with tether balls,
Valentine cards with,
candy kisses we knew it all,
Best Wishes!
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2021
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