There was good,
And bad.
Though I think I enjoyed them all.
As these days go forgotten by others.
I do not forget,
I remember.
In my dreams,
And when I wake in the morning,
Wishing it was then.
Cops and robbers till dark,
And stake all day.
Maybe a couple brake dance songs in the living room.
I will never forget these days.
The rest of you seem to be slowly moving away.
But I haven't.
