Memories
My age I don't have to say,
you will know when you read
the words of my favorite days.
So long ago, now they seem,
but I got to live, the American dream.
The football games, and riding the
bus, those were special, I loved them
so much.
Rolling yards, only people we liked,
they were our favorites, a beautiful
sight.
Weekends were special, we could stay out late,
playing cards, and just talking, for the ones
that didn't have a date.
Our curfew was eleven, now we better not be
late, because on the porch with the light on,
my parents did wait.
Memories of the past, they'll live in my heart,
these are such treasures, I love every part.
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