Days Of Youth
Copyright 2003 by Dwayne Lackey

Oct 31, 2003

Oh I Long for the days of playing on the banks
with little toy soldiers and miniature tanks.
Mud pies and bicycles and Evil Knievel scars.
Spending all night camping and sleeping under the stars.

Thanksgiving dinner,
The magic of Christmas day.
My dear Grandma with her kind and gentle ways.
Homemade bicycles my daddy would make.

All day swimming and fishing at the local neighborhood lake.
Fighting with my sisters and losing every time.
Church bells on a Sunday.
I really miss that chime.

Going to school and all the friends I had.
Oh the wonderful days of youth.
I really miss them bad.
All grown up now
and working everyday
bills and more bills.

There's lots of bills to pay.
But the days of my youth I never will forget
so with that within my heart
I guess I'll never quit.

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