Those Were My Great Days
Those Were My Great Days
Old people like me have become historic
Ending up in shock and also euphoric
Thinking about things that once had been
Which I will never hear or see again.
Kitty in the Corner we used to play
And red light green light every day
Back in history when we all were hep
We liked playing giant and short step.
No or yes you may must then be said
or we could play crack the whip instead
Wherever it was where we used to go
We would carry our top or have a yoyo.
Even if playing in dirt or maybe sand
With our thumb we would have to span
And playing marbles might have a cannelle
Or a big block bluster busted by a steely.
Would put baseball cards in bicycle spokes
And checked for cities on bottom of Cokes
Went to movies which with were blessed
Chose numbers for dollars and pie eating contest.
If your were one of those who needed a fix
You could always end up playing pickup stix (sticks)
Or fly kite in air when a big wind blows
Later did play checkers followed by dominoes.
Those were my great days in so many ways
Never was criticized and only received praise
All I needed to do was my prayers be said
And then in each morning make up my bed.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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