Those hot summer days
Basking in the sun’s rays
Outside, even when skies were grey
The knock on the door
Can Billy come out to play?
Cops and robbers in the yard
Shins and elbows always scarred
Streetlamp curfews
Wasted days were few
Wax bottles and candy cigarettes
Eight-track tapes and cassettes
Hot afternoons in the pool
Mirror shades, try to look cool
Leaf piles to dive in
Saturday night drive in
Sleepovers at camp
Motocross bikes, jumping that ramp
Swimming and fishing
shooting stars and wishing
Talking to my first cutie
Worried about cooties
Bad music and One hit wonders
School dances and social blunders
First day of school sneakers
Hi-Fi and Big speakers
The crack of the bat
My first baseball hat
First day of tryouts
Don’t make a flyout
Ground ball heading to first
Damn, I missed it. I’m the worst
Those days were the best
I just didn’t know it
Let me go back
This time I won’t blow it
I don’t want to play adult
Tell Zoltar to stop winking
I wanted to be Big
What was I thinking?
I miss my old house
I miss my first dog
I miss not worrying
About every damn thing
I miss feeling good
rugged and strong
I’ve lost my joy
My days seem so long
My longevity is fleeting
I’ve taken a beating
I’m tired of this, my downward phase
I want to go back to those hot summer days
Superman found his phone booth 
Absolutely wonderful! 👏👏👏
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This was lovely Billy. Hugs x
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I remember these times in my own childhood – such a vivid picture you have painted – love this, Billy!!!!
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The nostalgia in this is beautiful – such a lovely, bittersweet poem.
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thank you so much. based on an actual childhood!
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Perhaps why it feels so authentic – nicely done, and a childhood beautifully captured.
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Wonderful…but how to avoid nostalgia?
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Welcome back KC I’ve missed you and your input. And in answer to your question, nostalgia is pretty much all I am experiencing lately
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I’m sorry to hear that but it did give me food for thought – like I need more to think about 🤪
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That was not my intention
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Wax bottles and candy cigarettes…. thanks for stirring good memories!! Those were the days.
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I could have gone on and on but it would have been unreadable
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I always enjoy your writing Billy.
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you are too kind
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So much of this was my youth..
“Streetlamp curfews”
This reminded of ours…it was called “dark-thirty” We do long for the simpler times we always wanted to push past.
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Good times right my friend?
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Yes. Simple but so powerful.
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So nostalgic and sad.
Worry-free days when everything was possible.
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Sure do miss them
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I so like this🤩
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Thank you for stopping by!
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My pleasure.😊
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🙂 A lovely poem abut Summer!
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Thank you so much
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🙂 You are welcome, Billy!
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