The Key In Your Hand
I played every day with the kid on the block; games of all kinds, never minding the clock. With cunning and dare, we climbed every tree; the secrets we kept had only one key. Season of rain brought change as we grew; laughter and fun we no longer know. Slingshots and marbles that used to be toys; now stored in the attic with innocence of boys. The years of our youth are all left behind; not much to see from…