A DIFFERENT RIDE
Some things are never quite the same.|
Like I remember when.
In simpler times and hop scotch days,
We'd sit there on a limb.
The air was filled with sounds of kids,
And laughter in the street...
Where we would gather there to play,
With friends we'd come to meet.
We'd clip some cards to bike spoke wheels,
To sound like motored rides,
And furry friends ran right along,
While barking by our side.
The gang would gather at my house,
To jump rope two by two.
When we got tired we'd stop to play
Monopoly and Clue.
Mom always fixed some lemonade,
It really hit the spot!
And 'fore the dark we went outside,
To that big vacant lot.
The crack of baseballs hitting bats,
Filled up the summer noon.
Then...runs and calls and slips and falls
Were heard 'till rise of moon.
Today things are much different and
It's quiet...one by one.
Computer screens light up the room,
Beneath the setting sun.
Fingers strike those plastic keys.
Camaraderie? No chance.
This world is lonely...cold and bare.
Seems minds are in a trance.
I miss the simple things like joy,
And friends here by my side.
I'd like to turn my ticket in...
And take a different ride.
A RE-POST FOR......
THE WORD PAINTING CHALLENGE
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