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