Good old Days

Gray skies, street lights come on. Days turn to night end at 4.
Childhood memories flood my mind.
A broken fire hydrant drips away.

Remembering the time when we played cops and robbers down street corners and alley ways. Not a care in the world.
The smell of sweet corn from the street corner vendor. The melody of the ice cream truck that drove by as kids from the block race to be first.

Bare trees an empty play ground where I would sway in a swing each day feeling the rush of the air upon my face trying to fly and reach the sky.

Scars and bruises were a show and tell that made you cool or cause attention to that girl that every boy wanted to date at the end of the street.

Time seemed longer time was our greatest resource to make the day last as you heard the school bell ring. The phone was commodity in your house to fight for turns to go next. Now technology and the latest app or new upgrade has become a contest to be satisfied and synchronized with today's world.

Melting popsicles, sticky fingers a stained fruit punch white t-shirt we're just a glimpse of what the summer day we're about. The smell of charcoal burning from the grill from your next door neighbor invaded your mind. His checkered plad shirt smelling of Marlboro from far away as he walk over offered you the first hot dog off the grill and his breath smelling of burnt coffee. A small grin across his face.

We lose focus today in our 7 to 11 jobs or in todays news or politics surround by an overcrowded train ride home.
You can only do so much but, just remember.
As I stare out the window a blurry canvas of smeared buildings and empty streets. A burnt condemned house where I played hide and seek is all that stands.

Hanging in this lost lapse of time I appreciate all that I went through. Still laugh at Bugs bunny and Tom and Jerry.
Re-runs of the three stooges and their gags never get old bringing back that inner kid inside of me.

It was only yesterday. Today I look back at these empty puddle streets seeing the reflection of the gloomy sky above and a ghostly sun peering from behind.

Turning the corner I can only shake my head and kiss the sky as open the door I close the door behind and say those where
the Good Old Days...


    AX.Barajas