The older we get
The more we reminisce
Of the good ol’ days
And the people we miss
Hanging out on the block
Setting the pavement on fire
Or walking back and forth
Until our feet grew tired.
I remember the days
We used to play
Outside until the street lights
Lit up and we said goodnight.
I remember the days
When we played baseball behind our house
No fence and no stand
But fun, yes, we had.
We thought we were so old
Walking around on Linden with our stupid stroll
Smiling at guys as they paid us attention
Then flipping the bird if they dare had a word to mention.
Silly, silly, silly
I was such a silly little girl
13 years old and thinking I ran the world
Walking back and forth to the Ave.
Picking up clothes and buying bags
Buying shirts that didn’t fit
And showing off my little-bits.
I remember those days
When trouble was so far away
The biggest issue was the guy poppin’ a wheelie
And the father who didn’t see
This “little punk” as a cutie.
I remember those days
When the park was our spot
We sat on benches under an old tree
And talked about what we’d do when we turn 16.
I remember those days and how I wished they’d go by
Even though summer was indeed always the best time
I wanted to grow up and be a woman you see
And now this woman is missing those days terribly.

I was raised in the 90′s (I’m a 80′s baby), but no song goes with this poem better than this: