Reflections of Yesteryear

It’s not the fear of death or pain,
but the aging of time that leaves
me hopelessly in vain.

The years have sifted through
the hour glass and leaves me to
wonder how all that time has
so quickly past.

Now my days are
spent in retrospect.
Like an antiquated time
machine in many respects.

Back, back in time I go,
to my childhood days of old.
Cork-ball in the street,
summertime camping retreats.

Watermelon cooled in my
Grandpa’s well.
Cherries from the old
cherry tree, I use to go
house to house to sell.

Spending Saturday afternoon with
the East-End Gang; Johnnie, Dave,
Don, Gib, and Chicken watching
Hopalong Cassidy, Roy Rogers,
and funny cartoons over and over again.

Winter…
Great fun playing in the snow,
can hockey on the frozen pond
and snowball fights that were
never won.

The faces of those
childhood friends
still warm my memory so.

Sorrowfully…
that time has long go,
but the joy of those
memory lives on.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2003

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