Young Fun
So sore now,
without old friends.
Cause when you're young,
fun never ends.
We camped the woods,
and made some fires!
Caught some fish,
and shared desires.
We'd stay the night,
and play the games.
We'd hit the mall,
and chase the dames!
We pranked the phone,
and walked the track.
Seems so close,
when looking back.
When time was free.
And parents knew,
only half of
what we'd do!
When missing sleep
meant sleeping in.
and losing just meant
try again.
Yes, being young!
Them were the days.
With all the fires,
we set ablaze!
By Keith L. Smith
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