Once I Was Young

Once I Was Young

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

Once I was young,

and could climb trees,

run races, ride bikes.

I was young then.

I once played baseball.

I was good, in my day.

I could catch, and scoop,

I could bat and run the bases.

I even hit a couple homeruns.

I loved baseball, when I was young.

When I was young,

we made go-carts,

and flew kites.

We played kick-the-can,

And hide-n-seek.

We rode broom-stick horses,

and made tents out of quilts.

We camped out in the back yard.

We ate marshmallows on Grahm Crackers.

We stopped the milkman and bought

three-cent chocolate milk in half-pints.

when I was young.

Today, I have my memories.

Grand and glorious memories

of those days now gone.

We were so young back then,

with grand ideas,

and a ready laugh,

and we could make a game

of a stick and a rag.

Thankful for when I was young.

Thankful for you, my friends,

who friended me in those times.

Thankful for the memories

of when I was young once.

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