Remember streets on which we lived
Those neighbourhoods of early our journies,
All the friends, laughs and tears we shared
Are long gone now and are simply memories of bygone days,
Our friends and all our families scattered now living different ways
They journeyed to pastures new
To different places from where they grew
Because it seems life never remains the same
And many from our memories
Who lived with us within those streets are now gone and others are no longer seen again
And as I sit remeniscing and picturing the images of the days when I was young
That are so faded
My body though is jaded
I’d love to go back there for one last game
And see everyone the same
As they were back then
It would put a smile back on my face
And cause tears within my eyes
To spend one day in my past life times.
fauxcroft 
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