The ball

by stanley potter   Feb 9, 2005


The days were longer, they just wouldn 't end,
Hours in the park, carefree time I would spend,
My innocence was so simple, I didn't know then,
that I would grow up, it would just simply end.

I've changed so much, I'm just not the same,
Does time do this, its no longer a game.
These times were happy days I recall,
Tree climbing and scrumping, kicking cans for a ball,

It went so wrong, I was not to blame.
It ended so abruptly I only felt pain.
I can never regain those happy few years,
The thought of them now, brings forth my tears.

The better times I had, playing with my ball,
No shoes on my feet, was no problem at all,
It's that feeling I remember I felt it today,
I survived, I'm here is all I can say.

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