The Meaning of Days

Back in the day we rode our bikes to the lake to swim using the unluckiest sock filled with sand and tied in a knot to dive and find

Back in the day we built elaborate and sometimes simple tree houses in a field near by and daring tree swings that swung over the hills

Back in the day we fished in a lake catching sunnies and of course bullheads that today is polluted with street runoff and carp so big only a select few find them a challenge to have

Back in the day when we marched against racial divide and against racial words and phrases that deepened wounds we stood up to heal

Back in the day when a summer day was long from early morning playing ball in the street to late in the evening in a game of Hide and Seek with the girls

Back in the day it wasn’t one day, it was many days on end, an epoch time growing up in the dirt and grime having a gay old time unaware that in time even the Flintstones quit saying that

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