Miss it

Miss it

I remember the hood

At times like yesterday

Summer days of getting chores done

Then until sunset the day of adventure

Care free bike ride to the lake

Or the brook adventure

Laughing and discussing with friends

Never looking out to the future

Only what or imaginative ways could come up with

The years try to distant you from the hood

Bonds of real friends break

The hood was important

Hiking adventures or just plain imagination fun

Young adulthood changed our paths

Dabbling in taboo things

First loves forty five degreed the rest of the bond

Memories of those fun days

Brings the warmth of the sun on a brook on what life has shown

The words bring pictures while the years try and blur

Yes the hood is here in the mind

For a child is still holding it there

Grow up never forget childhood

And you will never

Miss it