Youthful times

The days of being small in size came back to me After growing up to be six feet three I could always get away with so much as a child From being sweet or sometimes wild I remember doing things as a little boy Simple things that brought me joy From treehouses to homemade skates When the school bell rang, I couldn't wait Home, I went, excited to be free I remember the time, shortly after three My pals and I were out on parole To get into mischief was our number one goal Off to the treehouse with all of my friends Pedaling hard with my worn-out Schwinn The simple life is carefree with no worry Supper time was later, so there was no need to hurry Avoiding my brothers was a thing of joy Preventing the company of girls was our hardest ploy At thirteen, the girls started catching my eye Teenage romance- I gave it a try I went from carrying lunchboxes to holding hands The right thing to do as a young, available man Playing music and hanging out together Or just carefree thoughts about whatever The next thing I knew, it was military time Not enlisting never entered my mind Off I went to see the world Leaving behind this beautiful girl I served my time and went back home The girl I left behind didn't wait too long We did love each other in an adolescent way I still think of her, even today As the timepiece keeps circling, thoughts disappear How nice it is to remember those wonderful years. Wilapics Art 2025